The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)
Chapter 21
With the phone tucked securely underneath his right armpit, Mr. Mercer anxiously paced from the living room and back to the hallway, totally forgetting that the phone's cord wasn't as long as he would have wished it could have been while fussing with the police over the line.
Adorned in his all blue janitor's jumpsuit, Mercer looked at the clock that was nailed to the wall in the living room and realized that heading into work would be futile at that point in the day.
"I don't understand why no one can give me any information about my own son!" The man irately yelled. "He's out there somewhere, for God's sake!"
He dragged the phone back into the living room where he just happened to look out the front window to see a police cruiser parked right in front of the house. Without saying a simple "goodbye", Mr. Mercer hung up the phone, and with quivering knees, stepped across the floor and to the door, opening it before the detectives could even get out of their car.
He stood at the doorway watching and waiting with bated breath for the two men to make their way to him. Over and over again he kept on replaying the worst scene in his head. As cold as it was outside, his palms couldn't stop sweating. His knees were ready to collapse right where he stood; the stiff, unrelenting wind splashed into his sweaty face like a bucket of ice cold water.
Just then, the law officers opened their doors, climbed out and began their march towards the home. Mercer gritted his teeth to the point where they started to hurt the closer they approached.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm Detective Linus—
"Is my boy dead?" Mercer impulsively jumped in.
Taken aback by the very question, both Bruin and Fitzpatrick blushed. Bruin then glanced over at his partner and then back again at Mercer who was shuddering, not from the cold air, but from heartbreaking fear.
"Uh, sir, we aren't quite sure yet." Bruin slowly uttered. "Can we come in and talk for a moment, please?"
Steadily, Mr. Mercer moved aside to allow the men into his warm home. The moment he shut the door behind him, Mercer crossed his arms and asked, "Okay, where's my son at?"
"You are Charles Mercer, right?" Fitzpatrick questioned.
"That's me." He intolerantly sighed. "Now, where's my son?"
I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but we found the B.O.D. kidnapper this
"I heard all
Isaac was last seen taking a ride with the aforementioned
their original size. He dropped his arms to his side and slowly
diner where Isaac was last seen said that your car seemed to be having trouble. That was when your son accepted a ride from Cummins." Fitzpatrick clarified. "Mr. Mercer, right now we
"Wha...whaddya mean you don't have a clue?" Mercer breathlessly stammered. "He went with
"Yes, sir, but when we arrived at the residence this morning, Isaac was nowhere
"Well, maybe he escaped and went back to this
car was still at the diner this morning." Fitzpatrick continued on.
about that
"Sir, please calm
dead or waiting for someone to come
that would have suggested that they had nothing left to
a son...he's two years old. He's got a fiancée. What on earth was he doing all the way out in Cuyahoga Falls
"Our witness mentioned
Isaac was asking for directions at the diner." Linus
dropped his
places he would hide out? Because for all we know, he
at Lynn's house, then
this Lynn?" Linus questioned, taking out a pen and
calling her a while ago, but her line was busy." Mercer exhaled before reaching over to the mantle and pulling
his pocket. "I assure you, Mr. Mercer, we are doing everything in our power to find your son. It's been a long, trying day for
Update Chapter 21 of The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)
Announcement The Beast of 1977 (Book 1) has updated Chapter 21 with many amazing and unexpected details. In fluent writing, In simple but sincere text, sometimes the calm romance of the author Shawn A. Jenkins in Chapter 21 takes us to a new horizon. Let's read the Chapter 21 The Beast of 1977 (Book 1) series here. Search keys: The Beast of 1977 (Book 1) Chapter 21