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."
Longfellow." The genial man greeted, wiping the cold fog away from
Longfellow, how old is
has been around since 1883. It's the oldest in the city. Why
"No particular reason,
"Tell me, does anyone know just what it was that left those kinds of tracks, or what
"We're still working on
a second." Brice stirred, crawling about on the floor in the direction of the
and the pastor all
panted, "look here. It appears as if the thing crashed through the window over there, took a stroll down the aisle, then...look
left to see a long, dark smudge streaked
either." Alan noted. "Judging by the direction of the streak, it looks
"Who could've dragged
no clue, sir." Linus replied while kneeling down and rubbing against the smudge. "It ends right here. Now, unless our friend can
only one floor, Detective." One of the officers commented. "We searched
the pastor and asked,
his beard. "Last night we
pace back and forth until he found himself face to face with the
wearily
our brains over this, Linus." Fitzpatrick said while standing
me, detectives, did the kidnapper
sir, we
"Thank the good Lord." The
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. It
"Sir, the Lord works in mysterious ways. I cannot explain it, but his love does endure forever. I can only hope and pray that
In silent rebuttal, Linus turned to Alan and whispered, "We need to get Mercer's
"Let's get the hell outta here." Alan grumbled before turning back to Longfellow and smiling, "Thanks
"I'm here whenever you need me."
us, Brice?" Linus looked down
to his 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
Linus glanced over at Alan before turning and walking out of the church. "Perhaps you're right about that guy, Al." Linus whispered
"A wealth of what, poop," Alan asked with a snicker. "What the hell
was the couple who were
on and on at the couple before he eventually paused and made a direct approach towards their direction. The
killed our last cow." The middle-aged, ragged looking woman said without
before looking down at the animal that had its entire stomach
you two happen to live around these parts?"
full of unshaven, silver fur that ruffled in the brazen wind.
pulled out his badge and replied, "No,
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