The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Seated inside a brand new, turquoise blue, 1977 Cadillac Eldorado was both Wendell and a jumpy Lynnette who was more than eagerly awaiting her friend to finish rooting around inside his brown paper bag, while keeping a vigilant eye on her dark surroundings within the alley where they were parked.

Lynnette bit her already withered fingernails down to the nubs and tapped her right foot on the floor in a rapid succession; it was all the woman could do to keep from jumping through a window and going completely out of her mind.

Ever since the encounter in the park, Lynnette was wound up like a machine, nothing or no one could bring her down. Around every corner was only a pair of eyes. And despite being drowsy, she dared herself to fall asleep for fear of one nightmare after another.

"Okay, here we go." Wendell said as he pulled out several, small white rocks from within his bag and presented them to Lynnette.

Lynnette just rolled her eyes and asked, "What are these?"

"It's what you asked for." Wendell replied in a surprised manner.

Pointing at the rocks, Lynnette turned up her nose, "This is what I asked for? I looked at these the other day when Clavell gave them to me. I thought he had done me dirty."

Grinning from ear to ear, Wendell waved his hand, "No, no, this is something new. It's getting some traction out in Cali, and Clavell wants to bring it here."

"What is it?"

"You have to melt the stuff down, and then use a syringe. Like I said, folks out in Cali are starting to catch on real quick."

Lynnette took the rocks and stuffed them into her pants pocket. "What else do you have?" She feverishly asked. "I need something right now."

"Okay, hold on." Wendell urged. "I may have something else up in here."

That was all Lynnette needed to hear at that point. Just as long as it was close she was satisfied.

"It's been a real rough day."

hummed as

some woman in the park. And if you knew my sisters, believe me,

While Wendell was rifling through the contents of the glove compartment, Lynnette continued to stare out the window at the alley. From the trash cans to the various garages, the woman's eyes went back and forth. Not

some of this right here." Wendell announced as he took out a bag of

swallowed as many white pills as

"Whoa, hold on!" Wendell pleaded. "You wanna end it all right here

away from the world as possible, and she wasn't planning on taking anyone with her along for the ride. Once she had swallowed her body instantly went into a state of

and stared at the woman for a while before asking, "So, uh, how do

her into silence,

to you. You should have come to Clavell, he would've taken care of the

sniggering, Lynnette said, "Believe me when I say, Isaac would've sliced that nigga in half.

the east and west coast.

"Oh really," Lynnette's

"Yeah, he wanted me to ask if you

For a quick second Lynnette heard her sisters inside her head; just a mere glimpse

knows that you got your kid and all. Just a couple of nights during the week, and one

the alley. With

that split second, something inside Lynnette's ears shot her lethargic senses wide awake to where she sat up, bumping

"What's the matter?"

With frenzied eyes, Lynnette stammered, "Did you hear

sat and gawked all around. "I

"It's out there." She

"What's

"Just listen." She

individuals sat and listened for what seemed like an eternity before Wendell twisted his