The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)
Chapter 20
Bruin and Fitzpatrick got out of their cruiser. Standing at the entrance of the tiny church was Brice, who was shivering like an overstuffed popsicle with his hands lodged securely inside his pockets.
As the detectives made their way towards the man, Linus couldn't help but to glance over at the white man and woman who were staring down at a mutilated cow on the ground.
There was something inside of Linus that wanted so badly to veer off over to where the couple was standing behind an old rugged, wooden fence. But with as much restraint as he could amass, the man maintained his course towards the long-suffering Brice and the tiny church he was standing in front of.
All three men entered the church through the double doors. Once they were inside, they caught sight of two, white officers who were conversing with an elderly white minister who was bundled up in a black winter coat.
Brice happened to look down at the carpet to find the same mammoth paw prints that he examined earlier, while Linus and Alan surveyed the freezing church.
"I sure hope to God no one was in here last night." Linus' teeth chattered while kneeling down to pick up even more strands of fur from off the floor.
"Guys, take a look at this." Brice said, pointing to the floor.
Linus and Alan made their way over to Brice's direction to observe what looked to be a smelly heap of waste.
"Is that what I think it is?" Linus turned up his nose.
"Yep," Brice replied in a snippy sort of voice while taking out a pair of small tongs from his coat pocket.
Linus and Alan looked on at the young man as though he were doing something wrong. They stood and watched as Brice poked and prodded at the dung like a science experiment until he was able to grab a hold of something.
"Do I even want to know what that is?" Alan cringed, too afraid to step any closer.
"You got it." Brice despondently replied as his tongs scooped up a partially eaten human thumb from out of the thickness of the feces.
Trying not to appear jarred by the scene, Linus too stood back and asked, "What is that over there?"
With his human body part still lodged in between the tongs' tight grip, Brice scooted forward and examined what appeared to be a glob of clear mucus lying on the floor, just a few feet away from the altar.
"Is it blood?" Fitzpatrick mumbled.
"It's blood, and then...some saliva." Brice answered.
"How do we know it's the saliva of the animal?" Alan questioned. "It did kill seven people last night. It could just be residue."
"True, but this is the only saliva sample that I've managed to collect all morning long so far. It looks as though the thing vomited. Most animals regurgitate their food, and then eat the remains."
"Excuse me, gentleman." The short, bearded minster approached the three men from behind. "Are you men police officers?"
"Yes, sir," Linus replied. "This is Detective Fitzpatrick, Brice, and I'm Bruin."
"Good to meet you. My name is Pastor Gabriel Longfellow." The genial man greeted, wiping the cold fog
how old
head, "this place has been around since 1883. It's the oldest
"No particular reason, I'm just fascinated with
was that left those kinds
"We're still working on
stirred, crawling about on the floor in the direction of the paw prints. "The tracks
Linus, Alan and the pastor all gawked down at the
It appears as if the thing crashed through the window over there, took a stroll
Everyone looked to their immediate left to see a long, dark smudge streaked across the floor in an almost
this place either." Alan noted. "Judging by the direction of the streak, it looks as though it were
dragged something that enormous?"
against the smudge. "It ends right here. Now, unless our friend can fly, there is absolutely no way in the world it could have gotten out of here without leaving any
church has only one floor, Detective." One of the officers commented. "We searched every corner. We're the only people in
Linus looked over at the pastor and asked, "Sir,
"No, sir, Mr. Bruin," Longfellow scratched at his beard. "Last night we had our prayer meeting at six. I locked up
began to pace back and forth until he found
detective then turned around and wearily exhaled,
while standing
"Can you tell me, detectives, did the kidnapper leave any survivors?"
"Yes, sir, we
"Thank the good Lord." The pastor
in a coy manner. "Where was the Lord when all of those kidnapped people were murdered? No
cannot explain it, but his love does endure forever. I can only hope and
Linus turned to Alan and whispered,
"Let's get the hell outta here." Alan grumbled before turning back to Longfellow and smiling, "Thanks for
whenever you need me." The
with us, Brice?"
"I think I'll hitch a ride back with some of the other officers. There's still a wealth of info I need
Alan before turning and walking out of the church. "Perhaps you're right about that guy, Al." Linus whispered into the man's
"A wealth of what, poop," Alan asked with a snicker. "What the hell is wrong with
made their way outside, still standing behind the fence was the couple who were still ogling down at the deceased
gradually slowed the longer he stared on and on at the couple
"It killed our last cow." The middle-aged, ragged looking woman said without
looking down at the animal that had its
do you two happen to live around
the dead animal while the man lifted his head to stare at Linus. His entire face was full of unshaven, silver fur that ruffled in the brazen wind. His brown eyes shot bullets at Linus like the question he asked was sinful.
out his
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