He was home.
Raphael pointed.
“Uh, what if they follow us home?” he asked, pointing at the birds who had yet to move.
Ethan laughed.
“I mean, Elizabeth has a pack of dogs. Why can’t the Raven Talker have a flock of birds?” he asked, moving right for them, and they separated for him to make room for him.
Raphael laughed.
It was a good point.
Clearly, anything went on the rez, and now with a new Shaman, it was going to be interesting.
Bet.
On.
It.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The City Morgue
Tuesday Morning
Day Two
It was official.
It was time to hit the ground running, and she was going to do just that.
As Ivan got her to the morgue, she hoped that everyone was working, and they were prepared to give her something. Because if she was playing games, the last thing she wanted was to be caught off guard.
She’d gotten a text from Wyler, telling her that Ethan was on his way, and that he was ready to work.
Since there was no bad news, she assumed that it went well, and she was grateful. While she’d love to have been there, she knew he had it under control. There was no doubt in her mind that Ethan was going to be the best Shaman the reservation had ever seen.
Call it a hunch.
As they pulled up, the two detectives were standing there, and they weren’t alone. Their boss was with them, and he seemed to be intently talking to them.
“Yeah, I don’t like that. No one browbeats cops but me,” she said, getting her ass out of her ride, as Ivan caught up.
As she approached, she could hear them being dressed down.
“You're supposed to check in with me first and foremost, keeping us in the loop. Your allegiance is with the cops you work with, not the FBI.”
Mac was getting red, and Elizabeth knew he was about to blow, simply because Captain Frank Volvia had his meaty finger in the female detective’s chest.
Yeah, no.
She didn’t like ballsy men, but she did like neutering an asshole.
She was fun like that.
“Yo,” she said, interrupting them. “When people say‘FBI’, it makes me materialize,” she warned. “Is there an issue here?”
