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."
Gabriel Longfellow." The genial
how old
my," Longfellow pondered in his head, "this place has been around since 1883. It's the oldest in the city.
"No particular reason, I'm just fascinated with old
just what it was that left those
"We're still working on that, sir." Linus
"Hey, guys, look at this for a second." Brice stirred, crawling about on the floor in the direction of the paw prints. "The tracks seem
pastor all gawked down at the
appears as if the thing crashed
to see a long, dark smudge streaked across the floor in an almost
out of this place either." Alan noted. "Judging by the direction of the streak, it looks
"Who could've dragged something that
right here. Now, unless our friend can fly, there is
of the officers commented. "We searched every corner. We're the only people in
Linus looked over at the pastor and asked, "Sir, was there anyone else in here
at his beard. "Last night we had our prayer meeting
with a sharp eye, Linus began to pace back and forth until he found himself face to face with the crucified Christ that
turned around and wearily exhaled, "Somebody, please kick me
makes no sense trying to rack our brains over this, Linus." Fitzpatrick said while standing next to his exhausted partner. "The trail ends here. And we still
you tell me, detectives, did the kidnapper
sir, we have
"Thank the good Lord." The pastor
Lord?" Linus smirked in a coy manner. "Where was the Lord when all of those kidnapped people were murdered?
ways. I cannot explain it, but his love does endure forever. I
In silent rebuttal, Linus turned to Alan and whispered, "We need to get
before turning
here whenever you need me."
Brice?"
hand, said, "I think I'll hitch a ride back with some of the
walking out of the church. "Perhaps you're right about that guy, Al." Linus whispered into the man's
asked with a snicker. "What the hell is wrong with
their way outside, still standing behind the fence was the
Linus' once rapid pace back to the cruiser gradually slowed the longer he stared on and on at the couple before he eventually paused and made a direct approach
killed our last cow." The middle-aged, ragged looking woman
before looking down at the
wondering, do you
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
Unfazed by the man's piercing demeanor, Linus pulled out his badge and replied, "No, sir, we're
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