The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Without looking back, Linus shut the door to the empty, grey bricked interrogation room before sitting himself down behind the small desk that was placed directly in the middle of the cement floor. Besides the bathrooms, it was the only place in the entire police station where an officer could grab a piece of momentary privacy.

On the desk sat a tan telephone that was layered from top to bottom with multicolored transfer buttons. The man loosened his blue spotted tie for more neck room.Linus sat and stared blankly at the phone on the table in the interrogation room as though it were a bomb ready to go off at any second. His stiff right hand wanted more than anything to pick up the receiver, but the circuitry in his brain wasn't exactly prepared to register such a strenuous task yet.

He looked up at the blurry window ahead of him in the door to see large silhouettes pass by in the hallway. Back and forth his eyes zoomed, from the door to the phone, until at last his hand managed to disobey the ongoing orders that his brain had been receiving.

Slowly, he punched the number nine and seven more numbers after that one. As if he could sense a slap coming right at his face, Linus clinched his body in anticipation for an answer.

"Hello?" A young, female's voice eagerly spoke.

"Hey there, kiddo, how are you?" Linus cleared his dry throat, just grateful to hear the girl's playful voice.

"I'm find, dad." The girl giddily replied. "How are you doing?"

"Not bad, I just called to see how everything was going with you ladies."

"It's going pretty good, I guess." She sighed.

"You guess?"

"Well...I guess I'd better get it out in the open before mom tells you. I got a D in algebra."

Linus gladly exhaled before asking, "What are you doing getting a D, Tabitha? You're a smart girl. And just what are you doing home from school today anyways?"

"I know, dad, it's just...algebra is so damn hard, and our teacher is such a witch. The teachers are having their conferences, by the way."

"Does your mother know that you're using that king of language, young lady?"

"Sorry. So darn hard," Tabitha groaned.

Smiling, Linus said, "You just have to keep working at it. You may not realize it now, but that witch of a teacher could be the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I suppose so. So, uh...we all heard about what happened up there in Cuyahoga. How you caught that kidnapper and all."

"I didn't catch anyone; something else beat us to the punch."

"Yeah, well at least it's all over now."

"For now, or until the next perv comes crawling out of the sewer." Linus sighed before taking a long breath. "How's your sister doing?"

Tabitha hesitated at first before replying, "She's okay. She still won't eat much. Mom says she eats like grandma used to when she was still alive."

"Like a bird?" Linus' smile shrank.

"Something like that."

"Listen, uh, is your mom around by any chance?"

"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. Do you want me to go and get her?"

"Would you please, honey?" Linus held his breath and tightened his fists. In the background he could hear Tabitha's mother speaking. He could tell just by her distant tenor that he was the last person she wanted to talk to.

"Hello?" The woman answered in a melancholy nature as though she were being inconvenienced.

"Hi there," Linus perked up. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Linus. How are you?" She defensively replied.

"Not bad, not bad. I just called to see how everything was."

"Everything is going just fine." The woman sarcastically said.

"Tabi tells me that Liz is still...still not eating."

The woman sighed, "Well, after what she went through, eating is probably the last thing on her mind. I'm glad that you were able to catch your kidnapper, though. Were you able to find whatever it was that killed him?"

"No, not yet," Linus rolled his eyes. "But I didn't call to talk about that."

"What did you call about then, Linus?"

"Actually, I was wondering if it...if I could come down this weekend and see you guys."

There was an inflated pause over the phone at that instant. Linus held his breath and shut his eyes.

"Linus...I don't think that would be a very good idea; at least not yet."

Sitting back in his seat, Linus asked, "And why not, Alice? I haven't seen the girls since Thanksgiving, for Christ's sake."

"Linus, you just got off of a case that you've been working on since last September."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You know full well how you get too involved in your cases. You bring them home with you. I don't think it would be wise to bring this particular one all the way down to Xenia."

Linus dropped his head to the table and rubbed his blushing face in anguish. "I only wish you could have seen the girl we found in that madman's basement, Alice. The look on that child's face," Linus gulped. "She looked just like—

"Stoppit, Linus! Just stoppit!" Alice furiously screamed into the phone. "Do you see what I mean? I don't want to know what happened down in some murderer's basement, and I surely don't want our daughters to know! Elizabeth is a vegetable, and you want to come all the way here with that hanging over your head?"

"I need to see them!" Linus suddenly roared into the phone.

There sat another stretch of silence before Alice calmly uttered in a condescending tone, "And you wonder why we left."

Linus pulled the phone away from his ear and began to massage his pulsating temples as though they were ready to explode.

"Linus, just give yourself some time. Give us all some time; perhaps around spring, when all of this has finally died down. When Liz is better, then...then maybe you can come."

sitting at the desk and brooding over his daughters' faces, as well as the smug manner in which his wife carried on during their

Right then, the phone rang. The red button on the bottom repeatedly flashed. Linus reluctantly

the old man wants to see

"Okay," Linus sighed, "I'm on my way." The detective hung up the phone, straitened his tie and marched towards the

sights and sounds of ringing telephones, arguing hookers and every day, garden variety thugs being carried in from off the cold streets for whatever crimes that

"Hey!" Fitzpatrick called out while

Slightly alarmed, Linus looked back with a morose glaze on his face and asked, "How did you know I

and two together." Alan said

"Same as usual,"

"You sure," Alan glanced at the

"Yeah," Linus kept his eyes to the

reached the third floor, both men just happened to stop right in the

"Same as usual," Alan asked

his misty eyes; he then looked

wanted to say were still trapped

Linus chuckled before sarcastically asking, "Oh darn, you mean to tell me that

"Make fun if you want, but it's the only thing on TV that Peggy and I actually enjoy together, if

is waiting." Officer Donaldson feverishly motioned

office. The second Linus opened the door, the powerful aroma of cigarette smoke almost immediately struck him across

two," the gruff, country speaking captain ordered as he put out

He was an older white man in his early sixties. His nearly bald head was littered with liver spots while his thin build suggested that life on the force had taken its toll on his body. His rugged facial feathers were straight out of a Marlboro magazine ad, complete with a thick

Hutch, in the flesh." The captain coughed while gesturing for the detectives

"Damn TV show."

"Thought you'd quit that, especially since you're carrying a cold." Linus said as

this cold I have." The captain hacked again. "When you have a wife that teaches second graders, she's bound to bring home some of their germs sooner or

congratulating me, but I wasn't the one who

frankly, it's all over now. But, speaking of the one who ended it all, I was just listening to this tape right before

roars and snarls all over again. Linus sulked in his seat like a five year old, still not believing that it was only

while pushing the off button. "He barely got a word out before getting

baby,"

forget is that I was born and raised out in the hills of Montana, and in all my years I've never heard a wolf sound anything like that. And believe me, I know exactly what a wolf sounds like. Hearing a wolf out there is as

"Well, sir," Alan shrugged, "we have reason to believe that we may be dealing with

gaily chimed as he opened

"Come on in, Patrick." The

"Sorry to barge in like this." The young man humbly panted as if he had been running while holding two green folders underneath his right armpit.

"Whaddya got?" The captain asked while leaning back in his

I ran the animal's recording through the voice analyzer. Believe it or not, this is not a wolf, or even a bear for that matter. The machine keeps telling me that the sound is unrecognizable." Brice

"Calm down, son." The captain motioned. "Just slow down and

"Wait a minute." Linus stepped in. "You mean to stand there and say

"Hold on, Linus, there's

"There

ran an analysis on the fur follicles we found. It's all wolf hair, every single

Brice with sour expressions on their warm faces; not a single hint of emotion could be seen. They possessed the appearance of someone who could sense that the world as they knew

door, waiting to see or hear what was going to take

"Close the door, son."

Brice did as commanded before standing straight and still in front of

in a composed and dignified demeanor, "Son...just what do you suppose we do with that bit of information? Do you think

All Linus could do was sit and watch Brice, who was still stuck in

I want you to strike everything you just mentioned about that saliva off the plate, right now. Do

a searing hot spotlight were glaring down

The captain looked dead into the man's

back at the captain with the most innocent and confused poses on their faces as though they were locked

got the animal's saliva mixed up with

Seemingly too wound up to be contained, Brice opened his mouth and said,

captain nodded. "We're gonna say just

"Yes, sir," Brice hesitantly recoiled. "We'll

all say that. Let's pretend this is 'Sesame Street'

As if he had a choice in

"Linus," the captain dead-eyed the man. "No saliva sample,

Captain." The young man blushed while

"Good. Now, what about this

"Well, it's one hundred percent wolf fur alright.

"But your analyzer, or whatever it is, said that it wasn't a wolf. How do

"Captain, I didn't make the thing, I just operate it." Brice

"Not unless we're talking about the quote, unquote, Jaws of all wolves. Something that's super big and

of those holes that it left behind, Captain." Alan added. "It seemed pretty damn big to us. God help anyone

to six and a half feet long. Assuming this thing is capable of standing, like a bipedal, I'd

once again leaned back in his seat and glanced over at the gloomy sky outside his frosted

County police aren't equipped to handle such a thing." The captain sulked while spinning back around. "And quite frankly, neither are we. We've got entirely too much to handle here in the big city to be chasing after some overgrown...whatever. But I was thinking, right before you fellas came in here. All of this sounds damn familiar. Do you guys remember that

Something just broke into that house and tore those guys apart. Who covered

took that vacation to Hawaii. I guess they watched that Brady Bunch episode with Vincent

Brice

some hair being left behind." Brice pondered. "I sure wish

of these things running around, or the same animal is hitting different

a sicko car salesman. Big fucking deal. As far as I'm concerned, we're all better off. But two nights ago, it managed to break into a house and

hire an old time search posse?"

No more than four men. Hook up with Cuyahoga Falls and the highway patrol. We all seemed to work pretty well with each other these past few months; I don't see why the love affair should end now. Let's see if we can put some of those country boys to work; I'm sure they'll enjoy the change of

"Yes, sir," Alan said, promptly wiping the

see if you can dig up something more on this thing. As I was telling Bruin and Fitz before you

on it, Captain." Brice, with a dower expression on his face, replied as he too bolted out

slammed shut, Linus sat back and relaxed into the wooden chair that he was attached to. For a few brief moments there melted a quaint silence between he

it took you six months,

graced Linus' face at that second. He was visibly weary of all the attention that was being tossed at him from

he apprehensively muttered. "I'm

in humble adoration before saying, "I know how bad you wanted to kill him,