The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 19

"What time is it?" Linus moaned while driving all too slowly down the desolate highway on a day that was nearing noontime.

Fitzpatrick looked out at the passing farmland scenery and asked, "Does it really matter?"

Linus must have sighed at least three to four times since leaving the house. The man's entire body felt as if it were carrying a load of bricks tied to his heels. No matter what, he just couldn't get the fog out of his brain.

"It's hard to believe that this thing hiked almost three miles away just to eat more people."

Stirring awake from his dull stupor, Linus glanced over and grunted, "Huh?"

"I said, I can't believe the thing hiked three miles just to eat more people." Fitzpatrick replied a bit louder.

"Yeah," Linus sighed again."

"You gotta be kidding me." Alan griped.

"Whaddya mean?"

"What's with all the damn sighing? You sound like my wife whenever she wants sex from me?"

Linus shrugged and said, "We just wrapped up a five and a half month kidnapping investigation, and you're asking what's with all the sighing?"

"For Christ's sake," Alan grumbled, "it's not the first kidnapping we've ever covered."

Linus didn't bother to look over at his partner, instead, he gazed upwards into the grey, brooding sky. "What would make a person do all of that, Al?"

"Do what?"

"Kidnap, rape and kill. He even raped the guys, for God's sake." Linus shook his head in shame. "I'm sitting here trying to figure out what sort of twisted event in this man's life could have brought him to such a point."

"Who knows?" Alan groaned. "He obviously had some kind of sick fetish that needed to be fulfilled. You mentioned it yourself back at the TV station."

"And the smell," Linus lamented. "How can any normal human being tolerate having all those dead bodies in that house and not become sick themselves?"

"After a while, even the most perverted person becomes accustomed to his or hers perversion. The man was obviously tormented."

Bruin only scanned the grazing land that passed by at 33 mph.

"I wonder if Gloria saw—

"That's enough!" A frustrated Fitzpatrick hollered.

A momentary quiet took place inside the car before Linus again sighed and said, "I suppose you're gonna tell me that I'm feeling sorry for myself, right?"

"No, it's not that." Fitzpatrick huffed. "You're shitting bricks because after all these months someone or something else got that fucker before you could. We all wanted to plug a bullet in the guy, but we missed out."

Linus rolled his eyes in the other direction, hoping that he could possibly ignore his partner's rant, but it seemed that the more he tried to focus on other matters, Gloria's pale, terrified image would cross his path in stunning full color.

"Whaddya think?" Fitzpatrick looked over.

"Think about what?"

"About what Brice said about the fur. Do you believe that there could be

"Who's to say?" Linus gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I can't see wolves

"If I ever see the thing that could eat the way that fucker

he had to sift through the dead bodies first

wolf," Fitzpatrick sniggered. "I

asking, "You don't think too

not that I don't like the kid, it's just that...well, he's a kid." Alan tossed up his hands. "An Ivy league, smarty pants, know-it-all kid. He's just twenty years younger than you and I. The

you trying to say

it like my wife; I turn

at the remark while glancing down at the speedometer to notice for the very first time

taking our jobs." Fitzpatrick begrudged in

"Is that all you're concerned

hope I get home in time this evening to watch 'Battle of the Network

but he restrained himself as a semi-truck roared past them on the other side of the

"I was thinking about

before Fitzpatrick said anything. "It's a shame that you have

a far off expression hanging on his face. "I hate to say

can handle O'Dea, in small doses, mind

took place inside the cruiser. For a few moments Linus actually believed that he had slipped into

"Did you catch the

"Which one," Linus glanced

"The black lady," Fitzpatrick

yeah, she was a

"I can see you

Linus grinned...and drove

a coroners van, both he and Alan noticed a barrage of officers and reporters all milling about the yard of a red and white brick house. Without uttering a single word, they climbed out of the vehicle and dragged

the radio back into the holster

"How are

pouted before turning to the house to his right. "We got six dead bodies. A mother, father and their four daughters. The mother was found in the living room. Her entire skull was cracked wide open. The father was found in the basement with his guts lying all

"It even got the daughters, too?" Linus regrettably

"Upstairs...all four girls. Two, four, seven and ten," Phelps chocked. "Something just...just tore its way through the bedroom door

"Who found them?" Linus asked while zipping up his

"The wife's mother," Phelps said. "She lives right across the street. She and the mother have coffee every

pine bush and watched as the loudly weeping grandmother was consoled by

bedroom." Phelps murmured. "You can hardly take two steps without...it's like something from out of one

like to take a quick peek inside, just to see what we're dealing with."

"I heard you found your

more like we found what was left of him." Fitzpatrick snickered. "But, as it so happens, something else found him

made its way here." Phelps

his right hand on Phelps' shoulder and sympathetically whispered into the man's face,

nephew feels like losing your own son. This

all the rapes he committed. Last night, right after he got through with his last victim, something came up from out of his basement and tore him limb from limb, literally. He left

a bear." Fitzpatrick added. "He says that

"Come inside and take a look at this." Phelps said as he stepped away from his cruiser and led Bruin and Fitzpatrick to

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