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 Levin.

He was the young, black male that was brought in following the

up and said, "Now I remember. Yes, quite a bizarre tragedy if I recall. You

his bone structure." Levin gulped. "Doctor, if I may ask, was Isaac beaten before he was rushed in that morning? I'm seeing multiple bone fractures from head

that he too was attacked by this so called animal, but there were absolutely no scars, or even a scratch on

"Had been," Levin questioned. "Can

that morning, certain joints seemed to have, pardon my illiteracy, come apart. His muscles also went through a tremendous amount of trauma as well. It looked as if he had lifted weights for a whole week straight, non-stop. You could actually feel the

he gazed at the three x-rays. If Doctor Shields had no clear cut explanation, then he

"Are you still

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

"Is Mr. Mercer

"Physically, yes," Jeremiah