The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Completely deflated, Bruin dragged himself past the murder scene on his way back into the living room to find Fitzpatrick holding a tape recorder. He then watched as his partner pushed the rewind button and allowed the recording to play.

Everyone that was gathered in the living room stood and listened with disgusted faces as Cummins huffed and wheezed to a Chicago song playing in the background. It wasn't too difficult for everyone to figure out what the man was doing in the recording.

"Damn shit." Fitzpatrick growled as he placed the machine back down onto the glass table without stopping the recording.

"Hey, Jones," Bruin motioned to the floor, "there's a thing of Vaseline beside the couch there."

"Where's the fellow that he snatched yesterday?" One of the other officers asked.

"Maybe he's downstairs." Bruin miserably replied before starting for the bedrooms.

"I guess it makes sense in a way," Fitzpatrick mentioned while gawking about the sophisticated living room, "he's been using his own vehicles to snatch people."

"We've got a live one down here!" A voice gleefully shouted out from the basement.

Like little boys on summer vacation, both Bruin and Fitzpatrick raced through the living room, into the kitchen and down the basement stairs to see fifteen naked, dead bodies lying all over a bloodied floor, and one living, naked person curled up in a secure ball, holding her thin hands together as tight as she could while her blue eyes bulged out of her head in a horrific manner.

"Someone get Donaldson down here, now!" Bruin feverishly screamed as he got down to his knees and attempted to tenderly hold the woman in his arms.

"It's okay, honey. It's all over now." He gently reassured the girl while taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shockingly warm body.

Right around the corner at the top of the stairs was a plump, blonde white female officer. The woman came rushing down the steps only to stop midway at the sight of the sadistic death that took hold of her eyes.

"Shirley, come here, we need you to take her upstairs!" Bruin yelled.

But Donaldson appeared too afraid to make another move forward. She slowly began to back away until she stumbled against one of the steps behind her.

"Get your ass down here now, Donaldson!" Fitzpatrick furiously gestured with his left hand.

The petrified woman skittishly stepped down the stairs and approached the young lady on the floor. From there she coddled the woman in her arms like a child.

"Talk to her, Donaldson, she's a baby girl!" Bruin urgently ranted.

"Hold on...sweetheart, we're gonna get you out of here real soon." Donaldson stammered while caressing the woman's long, brunette hair.

With his hands shaking, Bruin stood back up and surveyed every corpse that was lying on the floor. Each body, including the young woman's, had deep puncture wounds to the stomach area.

Their pale, distraught faces told the story of their final moments of life. Handsome, young black men and pretty, young white women were all scattered from one end of the basement to the other. Even the overwhelming stench of the room couldn't tear the officers and detectives away from the bludgeoning sight of all the death that stared ever so lifelessly right back at them. Every moment passed by in surreal slow motion.

"There's Calvin over there." Fitzpatrick pointed straight ahead.

turned around and watched as the medics helped the

before turning and saying to an officer beside him, "Smiley, contact the Cohen family. Inform them that

Brice scurried his hefty girth down the stairs and began to examine the bodies one by one. After he had overturned each corpse onto its stomach, he coldly stated out loud, "Forced insertion wounds to the rectal areas. Looks like our man raped his victims before killing them all. That would explain the

"So where the hell is this fellow

next to the steps. "Yep, it came out of here alright." He remarked

Everyone down at the lab was in such a hurry to get home

that to Cummins?" Fitzpatrick stepped up beside both men. "C'mon, Brice, you saw that faggot bastard, he was

"Unless it was a pack of wolves, that's not

one set of paw prints tracked in the snow, Linus."

"Well, let's only hope that this Mercer guy escaped while

man." Fitzpatrick said. "His

out from upstairs. Every officer and detective that was in the basement

room, to their stunned surprise, the sounds that they were hearing

Each and every officer stood in the middle of the living room and listened to the roars and growls of the beast

that a bear?" Fitzpatrick's

"I've never heard a bear sound like that before." One of

of wood came into earshot, which was followed by utter silence. Bruin picked up the recorder and hit the

Another officer pointed to the front window. "Look out

window to see news vans and reporters all descend upon the residence like a swarm

TV star here." Fitzpatrick sarcastically grinned at Bruin. "Go

The very last thing Bruin wanted at that stage was to speak with nosey reporters, or anyone else for that matter, but it was his case, it had been for the past six

With cement feet, the detective stepped outside onto

the residence of the B.O.D. kidnapper?" A male reporter asked with a mini tape recorder pointed

exhaled. "We received an anonymous tip. The tipster described a black male in his early twenties accepting a ride from a man that fit our description. Upon our arrival here this morning, Leroy Cummins the Third was

"Wait a minute, Detective, are we talking about the same Leroy Cummins that owns Cummins' Chevrolet here in town?" A female

correct." Bruin shook his head. "We discovered sixteen bodies located in Mr. Cummins'

"Were there any survivors, Detective?" "Just one, so far," Bruin stated. "One Gloria Cohen was found alive,

"What about

we haven't been able to locate Mr. Mercer. We're only hoping that he

"Detective, you mentioned that Cummins was found dead. What

Bruin held his tongue for a few seconds before

there are rumors that an animal, possibly a killer bear,

are not at liberty to discuss Cummins' cause of death at this point, but, we are working in conjunction with Cuyahoga Falls' authorities and informing residents to stay clear of wooded areas for the time being, until we are able to investigate further. That is all for

Bruin turned and stepped back into the frigid confines of

that quick?" Bruin snarled at Fitzpatrick who was holding a Taser

else probably saw the tracks, too. Look at this." Fitzpatrick said while