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."
Pastor Gabriel Longfellow." The genial man greeted, wiping the
how old is this church?"
my," Longfellow pondered in his head, "this place has been around since 1883.
reason, I'm
that left those kinds of tracks, or what killed the Franklin's
still working on that, sir."
about on the floor in the direction of the paw prints. "The
the pastor all gawked down at the muddy carpet in
panted, "look here. It appears as if the thing crashed through the window over there, took a
immediate left to see a long, dark
tracks leading out of this place either." Alan noted. "Judging by the
"Who could've dragged something that
have no clue, sir." Linus replied while kneeling down and rubbing against the smudge. "It ends right here. Now, unless our friend can fly, there
one floor, Detective." One of the officers commented.
looked over at the pastor and asked, "Sir, was there anyone else in here
"No, sir, Mr. Bruin," Longfellow scratched at his beard. "Last night we had our prayer meeting at six.
he found himself face to face with the crucified Christ that was
around and wearily exhaled,
to rack our brains over this, Linus." Fitzpatrick said while standing next
you tell me, detectives, did the
"Yes, sir,
"Thank the good Lord." The pastor graciously
smirked in a coy manner. "Where was the Lord when all of those kidnapped people were murdered? No offense, padre, but four little girls were eaten alive last night.
his love does endure forever. I can only hope and pray that the two survivors can pull their lives back together again
Linus turned to Alan and whispered,
Alan grumbled before turning back to Longfellow and smiling, "Thanks for all your
"I'm here whenever you
with us, Brice?" Linus looked down at the young
feet, Brice, with a plastic pouch in hand, said, "I think I'll hitch a ride back with some of the other officers. There's still a wealth
out of the church. "Perhaps you're
"A wealth of what, poop," Alan asked with a snicker. "What the
standing behind the fence was the couple who were still ogling down at
cruiser gradually slowed the longer he stared on and on at the couple before he eventually paused and made a direct approach
cow." The middle-aged, ragged looking woman said
the fence before looking down at the animal that had its entire
just wondering, do you two
entire face was full of unshaven, silver fur that ruffled in the brazen
Linus pulled out his badge and replied, "No, sir, we're Detectives
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