The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)
Chapter 7
Lake Logan went on for nearly eighty miles until it conjoined with Lake Erie. Isaac sat at the tip of the pier. The icy wind sliced right through his open coat and shirt and into his body like a rusty butcher knife.
His completely numb physique rocked back and forth on the ledge as though it were weightless.
The waves fiercely crashed and jostled up and down as if they were distressed or angered. Gripped strongly in the young man's right hand was a headless seagull. Its blood dripped down from out of its neck like water from a flowing faucet; being still a fresh kill.
Isaac's head hung low. His bottom lip was drooping, allowing the blood from the fowl to slowly funnel out of his gaping mouth. His eyes were slightly opened, but there was no life in them whatsoever that harsh afternoon as the brutally cold waves splashed onto both his pair of dress shoes and the bottom portion of his Sunday pants, causing them to become more damp by the minute.
Behind Isaac, in a fifty yard distance, sat a bright green 1975 Monte Carlo with its engine humming. The windows were darkly tinted to where only the clandestine individual inside could see out.
spellbound man down at the pier all by himself, appearing as if
The driver in the green car just happened to be in the perfect position to possibly rear end Isaac directly into the water. But instead, the mysterious person put
Isaac never budged an inch, unless the wind had nudged him. His eyelids didn't blink. It was as if his body was there, but his soul had remained back at the garage, along with
Doctor Levin stood over his desk in his small, uncoordinated office while peering down at an
what his wife was desperately trying to convey to him. He would catch only every other sentence that she was saying, and if she asked him to repeat
that, honey, but does your sister have to go to bed at eight? I have some very important colleagues stopping by tonight." Jeremiah wined while focusing his blue eyes closer in on the x-ray. "Just think what it would look like if they walked in and saw Justine sprawled out on the couch like
doctor meant that he really had no idea as to what exactly
About The Beast of 1977 (Book 1) - Chapter 7
The Beast of 1977 (Book 1) is the best current series of the author Shawn A. Jenkins. With the below Chapter 7 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 7 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com