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."

daughters' faces, as well as the smug manner in which his wife carried on during their conversation. He wanted to tear right through the phone. Not once did the thought of saying goodbye

Right then, the phone rang. The red button on the bottom

buddy, the old man wants to see us."

"I'm on my way." The detective hung

into the busy hallway, he found himself instantaneously bombarded by the vibrant 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 had committed. He secured his gun belt around his shoulder and began down a long, grubby hallway that

while rounding the corner with a manila

Slightly alarmed, Linus looked back with a morose glaze on his

two and two together." Alan said

"Same as

sure,"

kept his eyes to

As they reached the third floor, both men just happened to stop

Alan asked with

as to not allow his partner to see his misty

face, looking as if the words that he wanted to say were still trapped inside his head. With a straight face, Alan

darn, you mean to tell me that you missed 'Rerun' leaping his big self

but it's the only thing on TV that Peggy and

"Hey, you guys, the captain is waiting." Officer Donaldson

second Linus opened the door, the powerful aroma of

speaking captain ordered as he put out his cigarette

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 mustache and ice cold blue

it isn't Starsky and Hutch, in the flesh." The captain coughed while gesturing for

"Damn TV show."

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

"The cigarette has nothing to do with 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

"Everyone keeps congratulating me, but I wasn't the one who ended it

was just listening to this tape right before you two stepped in." The captain said before pressing the play button on

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

"Poor schmuck," the captain offhandedly mumbled while pushing the off button. "He barely

baby," Alan arrogantly sucked his

feedback about this thing being a wolf, or something of that nature. But what everyone around this place seems to 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

believe that we may be dealing with something else, perhaps a bear,

"Knock, knock." Brice gaily chimed as he opened the captain's door

on in, Patrick." The captain

"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

The captain asked while leaning back

rummaging through one of the folders, the young forensic examiner said, "Well, three things. First off, I ran the animal's recording through the voice analyzer. Believe it or not, this is not a wolf, or even a bear

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

there and say that our so called state-of-the art equipment couldn't tell

"Hold on, Linus, there's more." Brice continued

"There always

also ran an analysis on the fur follicles we found. It's all wolf hair, every single strand. But on top of that, and you're

not a single hint of emotion could be seen. They possessed the appearance of someone who

Brice stood by the door, waiting to see or hear what was going

the door,

With a completely pale face, Brice did as commanded before standing straight and still in

dignified demeanor, "Son...just what do you suppose we do with that bit of information? Do you think it's wise that we just allow you, or anyone else for that matter, to leak that out to the public? This

All Linus could do was sit and watch Brice, who was still stuck in statue mode, stare at the captain as if he were

strike everything you just mentioned about that saliva off the

searing hot spotlight

The captain looked dead into the man's eyes and simply asked,

innocent and confused

you got the animal's saliva mixed

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

"Shh." The captain

"Yes, sir,"

"As a matter of fact, let's all say that. Let's pretend this is 'Sesame Street' and we'll say it together. There was no saliva sample to speak of. Alan?" He pointed with

he had a choice in

"Linus," the captain dead-eyed

The young man blushed while grudgingly stuffing his all-important

"Good. Now,

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

is, said that it wasn't a wolf. How do you explain

didn't make the thing, I just

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

"Yeah, you didn't see the size of those holes that it left behind, Captain." Alan added. "It seemed pretty damn big to us. God help anyone if something like

a...foot size of at least sixteen. Just on all fours, it measured up to six and a half feet long. Assuming this thing is capable of standing, like a bipedal, I'd say it was possibly

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

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.

Linus spoke up, "Brice mentioned that yesterday. Something just

"Wilson." The captain answered. "Both he and his wife finally took that vacation to Hawaii. I guess they watched that Brady Bunch episode with Vincent Price

and Brice all sniggered while shaking

"I do remember Wilson saying something about some hair being left behind." Brice pondered. "I sure wish I

either we have two of these

even more dangerous. So, it killed three drug dealers and 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 kill four little girls and their parents. Inside their own damn home,"

what do we do, hire an old time search posse?" Alan snickered to

for now at least." The captain remarked. "I want you to put a task force together by the end of the day. No more than four men. Hook up with Cuyahoga Falls and the highway patrol. We all seemed to

Alan said, promptly wiping the cheesy grin from off his

up something more on this thing. As I was telling Bruin

on it, Captain." Brice, with a dower expression on his face, replied

into the wooden chair that he was attached to. For a few brief moments there melted a quaint silence between he and the captain that actually

it took you six months, but you finally did it." The captain

forced grin graced Linus' face at that second. He was

"Finally," he apprehensively muttered. "I'm just glad that it's

The captain sat and stared unceasingly at Linus in humble adoration