Free Darkness Of Truth (An FBI/Romance Thriller~ Book 6) by Morgan Kelley Page B

when there was a disturbance off to their right. Two men walked into the clearing and every agent with a gun pulled it.
    “Director Whitefox! What ’s the meaning of this?” raged Chief Soaring Eagle. “You said that the FBI would be respectful of our land. This looks very intrusive!”
    Callen fought hard to not step in front of Elizabeth. If he did, she’d be pissed and that was one more issue to deal with later.
    “Who the hell is this and why are they on the crime scene?” Elizabeth questioned. Old habits die hard, and she wanted to boot some native ass back behind the tree line.
    Both men stared at her disapprovingly. This was exactly what they meant. Here stood another outsider crossing the boundaries of respect.
    Whitefox went into work mode and tried to sooth the man’s ruffled feathers. “Chief Soaring Eagle and Shaman Tallman, these are my partners ; Directors Ethan and Elizabeth Blackhawk, and they’re here to help assess the situation and figure out who left the bodies.”
    The taller man stared at Elizabeth, looking very unimpressed. “An outsider,” and then his gaze flickered towards Blackhawk, “and a half-breed?”
    It was all it took.
    “Oh look, a jackwagon and an ignoramus.” Elizabeth stated, in retort. Nothing pissed her off more than people disparaging her husband and family.
    Both reservation men stared down at her in disdain.
    Elizabeth was about to tear them both new ones, but Ethan placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to warn her. It wouldn’t hurt them, but it would make Callen’s job more difficult. There was a time for battle, and this wasn’t it.
    “I assure you, Chief that the team here isn’t new to working on Native land. They’re respectful of our culture and will work hard to find who did this.” Callen was grateful Elizabeth didn’t go shit nuts on them, like she normally would.
    At this point he’d take the small miracles.
    The men didn’t look pleased either way. “We wish to see the remains.”
    Elizabeth almost said something, but again, her husband squeezed her shoulder. It wasn’t going to be easy to not run this one. Everything in her was t elling her to flip both men off, telling them to pound sand.
    They needed to let Callen spread his wings and take command, and that meant even with the se idiots.
    “I’m sorry, but no one sees the bodies until our ME has cleared them. Right now all I can offer is that we’ll be working out of the police station and sometime tomorrow the autopsies will be complete and we can revisit this then.”
    The two seemed mollified.
    “Now, if you don’t mind, we need to get finished up and transport the bodies back to the work area.” Callen paused. “Oh, Chief Soaring Eagle?” he called, getting his attention.
    “Yes?”
    “The sketch artist drawing, did it ring any bells?” he inquired.
    There was no emotion on the man’s face, but the eyes gave it away. “No, it didn’t.”
    Elizabeth caught it , waiting until the two Natives moved out of ear range. “He’s lying like a rug.”
    Blackhawk noticed it too. “There’s no doubt that he knows more than he’s saying.”
    “Then we need to get it circulated and see if anyone else does,” Elizabeth suggested.
    Both men laughed. “No one is going to rat out a Native to the Feds, Elizabeth.” Whitefox added. “The only way we’ll get his name is if he happens to cross our paths, or we catch him red handed stealing livestock.”
    “ I can’t believe we had the FBI on the scene before being called in to assist. Are we getting lucky or what?” Ethan teased. “I’m referring to your mediation assignment and the remains.”
    Callen thought about it , deciding to lay it all out on the table for his brother. “If you want bizarre coincidence then how about you try this one on for size? They believe it’s a skinwalker,” he confessed.
    Ethan just stared , unsure if his brother was yanking his chain or not. “The chief and shaman believe a skinwalker stole