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."

"Oh yeah," Wendell hummed as he searched around inside the

some woman in the park. And if

the alley. From the trash cans to the various garages, the woman's eyes went back and forth. Not one inch of the alley was missed. Each and every sound, from that of a mouse

announced as he took out a bag of pills and

moment's hesitation, Lynnette took and swallowed as many white pills as her

"Whoa, hold on!" Wendell pleaded. "You wanna end it all right here because of a stupid fight your sisters had? Take

away, as far 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

stared at the woman for a while before asking, "So,

Lynnette heard the question, and in times past the inquiry would have either enraged her or shoved her into silence, but instead she

pretty fucked up what Isaac did to you. You should have come to Clavell, he would've

Lynnette said, "Believe me when I say, Isaac would've sliced

"What?" Wendell sat back in disbelief. Clavell is comin' up in the world. My man is takin' over the east and west coast. Ohio is only the beginning."

"Oh really," Lynnette's

me to ask if you wouldn't mind trickin' for

her head; just a mere glimpse of their voices echoed before she turned her head

"It wouldn't be every night at first; he knows that you got your kid and all. Just a couple of nights during the week,

Wendell, to the alley.

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

the matter?" Wendell

With frenzied eyes, Lynnette stammered, "Did

and gawked all around.

out there." She breathlessly

"Just

what seemed like an eternity before Wendell twisted