Chapter 57 - Bloodlines

After a while, from the office window the Sheriff signaled with his fingers to call Brock and Emmett, soon they both came in and got comfortable.—We have reviewed each statement and so far we have nothing. Few seemed to know that the boys were secretly dating. — Brock said, as he advanced toward the group.Brock continued asking:— Did Proctor and Rebecca provide any clues?—No and I don't think they would have told us, they are also looking for Solomon.Brock sighed and dropped onto the sofa.— Should we ask the state police? We can issue a search bulletin. — Suggested.Hood shook his head.—It is no longer a simple case of Solomon's disappearance and Lana's murder is related. Now we need to find clues about Lana's case, it must be our priority.At that moment, Siobhan hurried in with the transcript in hand.—I think I have something —announced.—Quick Say —Hood replied standing up.Siobhan touched the notebook in his hand with a pen and said:—Lana's sister just told me that she had an ex-boyfriend.— Do we know who it is? —Ethan asked, already knowing that something complicated was coming.—Yes, his ex-boyfriend is Tommy Littlestone, who is from the Kinaho tribe. When Tommy found out that Lana was dating an Amish boy after breaking up with him, he sent threatening emails to Lana.Brock's hand trembled slightly, his voice came out dry:— Isn't this Tommy Chayton Littlestone's brother?Siobhan nodded.—I just checked, he's Chayton's brother.Hood rubbed his face with his fingers, tired.— Is that the big guy who showed up at the crime scene today?—That's right —confirmed Brock, licking his lips dry.—Chayton is not just any gangster. He is an old school man who attaches great importance to the purity of native blood and does not allow gang members to marry outsiders.Ethan frowned, meditating on the implications of that claim. Chayton's code seemed deeper than simple territorial control.—I imagine if you found out that your brother's ex-girlfriend was dating an Amish boy ... you wouldn't be too happy with the idea.Ethan smiled, almost ironically.— What are you laughing at? —Siobhan asked.Ethan shrugged, putting out his smile.—Although this is a tragedy, I don't know if you noticed today ... When Lana's friend said Solomon was Lana's date, Bowman reacted very negatively.—The Amish are also extremely conservative —continued —, and are prohibited from interacting with foreigners. Now it is a clash between two conservative worlds, but the result of this forbidden love is that one person is dead and the other is missing.Brock sighed helplessly.—That's why I told you last night that we are in big trouble. Now the natives will definitely take revenge on the Amish.Siobhan nodded, without taking his eyes off the transcript.—Lana's sister also told me that Tommy Littlestone is now an official member of the Red Bones Gang. In view of this, I think Tommy would be our biggest suspect.Hood got up, adjusting his belt.—So it looks like we need to talk to Tommy Littlestone now.—Oh, Sheriff, wait a minute —Emmett said, reaching out to stop him — We have no jurisdiction over the Kinaho tribe. We cannot do anything in the reservation without a federal search warrant.Brock sank onto the couch, smoking silently. I knew this kind of rule didn't stop Hood.Hood, shrugging, looked at the group.— What do you mean? —Emmett asked, confused.—Okay —Hood said with a smile —. I was wondering which one of us has a better relationship with the FBI to apply for a federal search warrant.They looked at each other awkwardly. They were all in the middle of the inspection period, and they could barely keep the peace with the FBI, much less ask for such an order.Hood, fastening his belt, said with a smile:—I don't care much about the search warrant. Of course, you can decide if you want to go or not. I'll wait for you outside for three minutes.After Hood left, the office was silent.Ethan did not doubt too much and went out. Siobhan followed him quickly.Only Emmett and Brock remained in the office.Emmett leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.—We are a team.Brock just sighed and carved his face.—I know.Emmett turned away from the wall.—An innocent girl has been murdered and a boy is missing. I will not stand idly by.Brock's expression remained tense, but said nothing.Emmett straightened up, adjusted his gear, and left.Ethan was already in his Victoria Crown. When Siobhan got into the car, she asked nervously:— Do you think they will come out?—I don't know —Ethan replied, shaking his head — No matter what choice they make, I can understand it.I knew what the FBI special agent, Racine, was thinking. He was focused on catching rabbits, without being too interested in small local cases.—I thought you would think about it a little more —Ethan said looking at Siobhan.—You didn't, did you? —she replied firmly — I also promised Lana's sister that I would help her find the killer.Ethan gently took his hand.—Don't worry, you will be fine while I am here.At that moment, Emmett opened the glass door and approached. Ethan reached out the window and clashed his fists with him. Emmett climbed into the back seat.— Where's Brock? —Ethan asked, turning around.—Give it some time, I think it will come — Emmett replied, nervously looking towards the police station door.After a while, Ethan nodded at Hood and started the engine. The glass door opened, and Brock appeared at the entrance. He exhaled relieved to see that they were waiting for him.—You bastards weren't thinking of leaving me behind, were you? —patted Ethan — in the hood. Without me, they couldn't even find anyone from the Red Bones gang.—Of course not, you are our spine.Ethan smiled, clashing his hands with Brock.Brock, adjusting his belt with satisfaction, sat next to Hood.—Come on, stretch your muscles.The two police cars quickly traveled the road, and after a while entered the territory of the Kinaho tribe.Ethan slowed down and read the sign next to the intersection:"You have entered the Kinaho Indigenous Reserve. Warning: Hunting prohibited without tribal permission. "After exchanging glances with Siobhan, Ethan stepped on the gas, following Hood's car.After driving half an hour, they finally saw some people. In scattered wooden houses, idle Aborigines gathered around burning garbage dumps, drinking alcohol. When they saw the vehicles of the Banshee Town Police Department, many people got up and gave cautious glances. A group playing basketball by the muddy road stopped, and one of them threw the ball hard. The impact on the car made a muffled sound.—What a welcoming committee —Siobhan murmured.Under the hateful gaze of the indigenous people, they advanced on the dirt road for more than ten minutes and reached a remote location. Beneath the large tree, tens of meters ahead, was a ruined wooden house with several spray-painted graffiti.There were several motorcycles and trucks in front of the wooden house. Many people drank on the porch and you could vaguely hear the music coming from inside.Ethan stopped next to Hood's car and rolled down the window.— Are you sure it's here? —asked.Brock solemnly nodded.—This is a small bar, and the only ones coming here are basically members of the Red Bones Gang.—Hopefully we'll find Tommy Littlestone here.—With a little less, Chayton will also be in this place —added Ethan.Siobhan took off his seat belt and glanced at Brock.— What should we do now?—I have no idea —sighed Brock — But no matter what you do, don't take out your gun, you understand? We have no jurisdiction here. There are minors among the members of the Red Bone. If things get out of control, we'll all go to jail.Hood got out of the car and smiled as he put on his coat.—Well, minors ... without weapons. Now things get more interesting.— What is your plan? —Emmett yelled, seeing Hood walk to the side.—I'll go behind and try to sneak into the house to find Tommy. You guys go to the front and help me get attention and distract you.After saying that, Hood got into the nearby bushes.Brock, helpless, said to Ethan:— Does our police chief only know this trick or just like to sneak away?—If you mean what happened in the barn last time, you're right —Emmett commented as he opened the door.Ethan remembered what happened at the last rave party and couldn't help but touch his earlobe. Looking at the Redbones gang members gathered on the porch in the distance, Siobhan anxiously asked:— How about we use the Taser?Brock's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.—The Taser is fine, it will be fine. But try not to provoke them.They checked his equipment and then got out of the car, walking cautiously toward the ramshackle wooden house.Members of the Red Bone on the porch noticed Ethan and the others. Soon they were raised one after another. Their dark blue uniforms were too flashy.A bottle of beer turned and flew towards them, crashing on the ground with a thud. The brown glass was shattered on the floor.—Gentlemen, good afternoon. We are from the Banshee Police Department.—We know who they are but ... What are you doing in this place, you have no jurisdiction here? —said one of them unceremoniously.Siobhan reached out, trying to negotiate.—Listen, we just want to ask you a few questions, about the death of Lana Collery— Why don't you go home and find someone else to fuck with, bitch? — shouted a brunette woman, in very revealing clothes and a pair of braids, showing her the middle finger.A man in a vertical striped vest grabbed a bottle and pointed it at them.—One of ours was killed. And his first reaction was to come to us looking for culprits, motherfuckers. This is the typical behavior of whites.He threw the bottle and the others followed suit. The bottles flew and explosions were heard everywhere.Ethan and the others took a few steps back; the floor in front of them was filled with broken glass.—Calm down, we are not accusing you of anything —Siobhan said, trying to reason —. We just want to find the culprit in his death and pay for it.The man in the striped vest screamed, excited:—fuckyou bitch! This is private property, get out!Brock rolled his eyes and stepped forward.—Listen, I don't want to argue about the details when someone is killed murder is our business. It is understood? Someone was killed, so we have jurisdiction. I urge you to cooperate.— Do we have jurisdiction? —Emmett asked, surprised.Brock whispered to him:—Scare them. Do you think they will understand?Indeed, members of the Red Bone gang were silent. Aborigines had limited conditions for education, and, being gangsters, they were even more confused.—Stay away, we won't say anything —said one of them, after looking at each other.They entered the house and closed the door.Ethan raised his thumb towards Brock, threw his cane, and quickly approached.—Hurry up and open the door. We just want to ask Tommy Littlestone a few questions. If they cooperate, we will leave soon.— Fuckyou, you fucking bastard! —Several responses came from inside the house.Siobhan approached the window and shouted:—Listen, you can choose to speak here or to take you back to the police station to speak. It is your choice.Suddenly, curses were heard inside the house. Ethan knocked on the door with his retractable cane, causing chaos to increase. Then the noise decreased a little and cheers began to be heard.— finish it!— Hit him!Fighting sounds were heard from within.— Shit, it's Hood! Come in fast! —Brock yelled, feeling something was wrong. He hit the door with his shoulder, but did not move.Ethan pushed him away and stomped on the door lock. The frame broke and the dust fell.He took two steps back and ran forward, kicking the door with all his might. The door opened with a crash.A gangster with pigtails was behind the door and was hit. He fell to the ground, bleeding from the nose.After opening the door, everyone entered quickly.Ethan saw Hood being lifted up by a burly man. Nothing less than Chayton Littlestone. With muscles filled with effort, he yelled and threw Hood against the wall. The wood broke, and Hood fell to the ground with a cry of pain.Ethan deftly turned his cane, moving like a shadow among the attackers. A dry blow to the knee of one of the nearby men brought him down, giving a muffled cry of pain. Before the second could react, Ethan disarmed him with an agile wrist movement, crashing the end of the cane against his jaw. The crunch of the bone mixed with chaos. Two more fell when Ethan swept his legs, knocking them on his back near the door. Around him, Emmett and the others were already immersed in their own fight, exchanging fast and precise blows.Across the room, Siobhan struggled to free himself from the grip of a burly man, his striped vest standing out from the crowd. He pinned her against the wall, and a muffled sound echoed when her back collided with the concrete. Ethan didn't waste a second, he kicked the man's abdomen straight. The impact was so strong that the subject flew back, crossing a wooden table that shattered on contact.The man groaned in pain as he tried to rise among the wreckage of the smashed table, but Ethan was already on him.Siobhan took a deep breath and ran to Brock, who was being beaten. Chayton, hearing the movement, turned around and saw Ethan, a malicious smile crossed his face and, without hesitation, carried him like a furious bull. His body muscles tightened, and his brute strength seemed unstoppable.Ethan, always alert, wasted no time. He ran straight to Chayton, wielding his cane with cold security. The air seemed to vibrate when Ethan struck a blunt blow to Chayton's head. However, the man bent down with agility, and the cane buzzed over him, failing by centimeters.Both men collided with the force of two colliding cars. The impact echoed like thunder in the room. Ethan felt his feet slip for a moment under the cracked ground, but he quickly recovered, firm and without showing signs of weakness.Chayton, surprised, could not believe that the man in front of him, the apparently friendly city police officer, could match his strength in that clash. Unbelief briefly crossed her face, but was soon replaced by an expression of sheer fury.Without wasting a second, Chayton grabbed Ethan's wrist, immobilizing the arm that held the cane, and threw a relentless knee into Ethan's stomach. But Ethan, skillful and with sharp reflexes, released the cane just in time, dodging the mortal knee. As he dodged, he turned his body quickly and plunged his fingers into a precise hook under Chayton's ribs. Although the giant's skin was hard as leather, the pain was immediate and sharp, ripping out a roar of anger.Chayton, enraged, blocked the next attack and threw his huge fist straight into Ethan's face. The blows whistled in the air as Ethan dodged one after the other with impeccable skill. Any ordinary person would have been destroyed by a single blow from those gigantic fists. Taking advantage of a small opening, Ethan tapped Chayton's ear backwards with surgical precision. The impact caused the giant to stagger back, stunned by pain and surprise.— Ethan, get out of the way! —Siobhan shouted.Ethan quickly stepped aside. Two darts flew with copper wires and pierced Chayton's meat into the upper body. The electric current ran through it instantly. Although he clenched his teeth and trembled, instead of falling, he became even more irritable.— Damn bitch! —screamed looking at Siobhan with burning eyes. He grabbed the copper wire with both hands, plucked it hard, pulled the darts out of the Taser, and threw them to the ground as he began to walk toward it.—Where are you going, your opponent is me —Ethan said, running to knock Chayton down with his shoulder. The wooden table next to them instantly became a pile of broken boards.Chayton quickly used his hands and feet to get up and took a few steps back. He looked at Ethan, who had already stood up, and commented excitedly:—You are the hardest target I have ever met.— Really? Because you look like a damn wild bull — Ethan replied as he shook the dust and clenched his fists, adopting an attack posture.—That's why I will offer your blood to my ancestors —Chayton's thunderous voice sounded as he pulled a huge hunting knife out of the leather sheath he wore around his waist. Slowly he cut more than ten centimeters into his arm with the edge of the knife. The blood began to flow, and Chayton licked the edge, his eyes glowing with bloodlust.—Wait a minute, you're using a knife, I'm at a disadvantage, let's fight a cowardly clean fist — Ethan pointed out, bare-handed.—Your ancestors used firearms to kill mine. Wasn't that a coward? — Chayton replied, holding the knife behind his back, with no expression on his face.Ethan sighed and lowered his hands.—Let's just do it now. Come here damn.Chayton was stunned by Ethan's action and then clenched his teeth.— Do you think I don't dare kill you?usto when Chayton flexed his muscles, ready to launch himself back at Ethan like a wild beast, a sharp blow rang out in the room. Hood appeared behind him with Ethan's retractable cane that brutally impacted his temple, stopping his load dry. The sound of the impact was hollow and forceful, as if an internal structure had collapsed.Chayton grunted deeply, almost like a wounded animal, as his eyes clouded with daze. Without further ado, his enormous body collapsed, falling with all its weight on the wooden floor with a thunderous blow. The room was silent for an instant, the echo of the fall echoing on the walls, while Chayton remained motionless, defeated.—I never said that — Ethan said with his head, as he advanced and took the hunting knife from his hands.Hood appeared behind Chayton, reeling a little before kneeling on one knee. Ethan quickly walked over to help him up.—Yes they beat you up. —Ethan said.—Another day of work at Banshee — Hood replied with an ironic smile as he leaned the cane on the ground and took Ethan's hand to stand up.At the same time, the few remaining men were quickly controlled by Emmett and the others. Some were also threatened with the Taser and ended up kneeling on the ground, hands on their heads.Hood wiped the blood off his face, gasped, and found a chair to sit on. Ethan pulled out the handcuffs and locked Chayton up.—Scenes like this don't happen every day —Brock said as he approached with a bruised face after taking a few hits.— Are you okay? —Ethan asked, getting up and taking Brock's hand away.—All right, I'm still as handsome as ever —Brock replied, covering the swollen corners of the mouth —Soon after, Chayton began to wake up weakly. Ethan and Emmett grabbed him by the arms, lifted him up, and pushed him against the wall to stand up. Chayton struggled a little and, enraged, shouted:— Damn whites! They are showing off in this land that belongs to our tribe. The women of our tribe are killed, and you are here to cause us trouble!Emmett pushed him hard.—I am not a white man. As we said, we just want to ask your brother, Tommy, a few questions. It is you who do not cooperate.— Fuck you, you are a slave to whites! —Chayton growled, taking a deep breath against the wall —.Why should we cooperate? This land belongs to our people, they have no power here.After resting a little, Hood got up from his chair and walked towards the group of people kneeling on the floor.—Since Chayton is here, I guess Tommy must be around too —Hood said.— Do you know where Tommy is? Has anyone seen it? —he asked, looking at the members of the Redbone.None of them responded, but they all looked at Hood with annoyance.Time was pressing. They arrived at the residence in a car from the Banshee Police Department and someone had definitely already reported them. If they did not rush to find the person they were looking for, those from the Kinaho tribe would come to stop them, and their effort would be in vain.Hood remained silent for a moment, before forcefully kicking one of the wooden walls. One of the men, dressed in a blue shirt, shuddered violently.Hood smiled and grabbed him by the hair.—Hello Tommy.Tommy panicked at his eyes.— Sheet! I didn't do anything to Lana! What do you want?Hood watched him. Unlike his brother Chayton, Tommy's body was smaller, almost childish, with an incipient beard on his face.—It seems your brother took all your vitamins —Hood joked, releasing it —. Take them both back to the police station.Hearing this, the other members of the Redbone began to stir. Ethan approached with his cane in hand.— Does anyone have any objection? Come on I hear you.They all lowered their heads quickly. The guy in front of them was too scary. Not only had he shot down several of them with a few punches, but he had also fought Chayton without losing.When they saw them calm down, Ethan put his cane away and hooked it on his belt. Then, along with Emmett, he pressured Chayton and they left the almost destroyed wooden house.