The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Fleetwood Mac's , 'You making loving fun', played on low volume in the deck as Linus pulled his brand new, dirty orange Chevrolet Chevette into the parking lot of his four floor apartment complex.

The keys were taken out of the ignition. The eight track was placed on the passenger's seat and a load of papers and folders were gathered into his aching arms.

Like a battle weary soldier, the detective slumped out of his car and carried on to the front door, holding tightly to the contents that were securely tucked underneath his right arm as to not allow the wind to take them away.He hated to fiddle with his keys in such cold conditions, but it was the only way to enter the building since the night guard had left for the evening. Linus feverishly cycled through his ring of keys until he spotted the gold key that he was searching for.

Before he could even slide the key into the lock, the door abruptly swung open, revealing behind it an elderly white woman and her black Labrador retriever.

"Edna?" Linus lost his breath. "Edna, it's ten past one in the morning, honey. What are you still doing up?"

Coming down from being so alarmed, Edna replied, "Oh well, I was just waiting for Stanley to come home, that's all. I figured you were him."

Gladly stepping in from out of the cold, Linus looked upon the sweet, frail thing before saying, "Edna, Stanley is twenty-four years old. He's not a little boy anymore."

"I know," Edna bashfully smiled, "but you never know how folks can be these days." Edna then stood back and examined Linus as if she were studying a work of art. "I saw you on TV yesterday morning. I heard you found that kidnapper fella. Good for you." She grinned while proudly pinching Linus' left cheek.

Linus only blushed before reaching down to pet Edna's dog. "Something got to him before I could. But at least he's gone."

"That's right, good riddance to bad rubbish, I always say." Edna said, giving Linus a spunky punch in the arm. "Go get 'em!"

As Linus raised back up, unbeknownst to him, strands of fur fell from out of his pocket and onto the linoleum floor. Both he and Edna continued to converse as the dog sniffed the fur.

snarl at the strange fur that it was sniffing. Linus and Edna gawked down at the animal, wondering just what had it so spooked all of the sudden. From one end of the hallway to the other, not a single soul could be seen or heard, and yet, the dog, which was usually the gentlest beast in the complex, became incredibly angered

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to the elevator and out of sight. He then looked down at

frankly, he was in no mood to investigate any further. He, much like the dog, sniffed at the fur before slipping it back into his coat pocket and carrying on down the quiet

unlocked the door, turned on the light switch that was on the wall and stepped inside. Warm, quiet and alone at long last. To his right sat a bureau with pictures of his wife and two young daughters. Without taking

their master to take a long, hard stretch. But before even doing so, Linus went straight for the bathroom where he lifted the toilet seat, unzipped his pants and let out an exhaustingly endless stream

mirror. The exhausted man that was staring back at him caused Linus to shudder in subtle

and carried on into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door, loosened his tie and rooted around for

on the stove behind him before looking down at the cardboard box that

then, every muscle in his body decided to tense up. He wasn't even hungry. Sluggishly, he turned

for the man; it was all part of the job. In the past five months alone Linus couldn't recall one time getting home from work before ten p.m. Being that he had to report back to the station

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to Ralph Kramden's ever constant threats of violence to his long suffering wife. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

of the room, but instead of being angry,

the March issue of Playboy with Susan Kiger on the front

the book with the gusto of a child opening a birthday present.The very moment he viewed the first set of breasts inside the magazine he