The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Without hesitating a second longer, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number. Levin waited as five dial tone's burped into his ears.

"Yes, this is Doctor Jeremiah Levin. I am partnered through the Ashlandview Psychiatric Center. I was wondering if I could speak with a Doctor Morgan Shields, please."

Levin waited for at least five of the longest minutes of his life for the anticipated doctor to answer while listening to Barry Manilow's, 'I Write The Songs', over the line.

"This is Doctor Shields. To whom am I speaking?" The man seriously spoke.

"Yes," Levin coughed, "this is Doctor Jeri Levin. How are you today, sir?"

"Quite well, sir." He heavily exhaled, sounding as though his time were being wasted. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I am here looking over a patient's x-rays, and if I'm not mistaken, you were the presiding physician when this young man was brought into your emergency room three months ago."

a bit more specific than that, Doctor

Mercer. He was the young, black male that was brought in following the animal attack on

was a breathing pause over the phone, until Doctor Shields woke up and said, "Now

speak, and it seems as though there are some...abnormalities, concerning his bone structure." Levin gulped. "Doctor, if I may ask, was Isaac beaten before he

he too was attacked by this so called animal, but there were absolutely no scars, or even a scratch on him. He was soaking in blood from head to toe.

"Had been," Levin

structure had been...reconfigured, and then restored all over again. If you notice in the x-rays that I took that morning, certain joints seemed to have, pardon my illiteracy, come apart. His muscles

the deeper he gazed at the three x-rays. If Doctor Shields had

"Are you still there, Doctor?" Shields

Levin coughed himself back. "I apologize; I guess I got a little confused for a moment or

"Is

"Physically, yes,"