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."

as he searched around

"Yesterday, my sisters jumped some woman in the park. And if you knew my sisters, believe me, it wasn't a pretty

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 one inch of the alley was missed. Each and every

I got some of this right here." Wendell announced as he took

swallowed as many white pills as her

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

going 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 instantly went into

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

her into silence, but instead she

"That was pretty fucked up what Isaac did to you. You should have come to Clavell, he would've taken care of the nigga before

when I say, Isaac would've sliced that

up in the world. My man is takin' over the east and west coast. Ohio is only the beginning." He smugly proclaimed. "And speakin' of comin' up, Clavell wants you

"Oh really,"

"Yeah, he wanted me to ask if you wouldn't mind trickin'

For a quick second Lynnette heard her sisters inside her head; just a mere glimpse of their voices echoed before she turned

wouldn't be every night at first; he knows that you got your kid and all. Just a couple

from an ardent Wendell, to the alley. With a

senses wide awake to where she sat up,

the matter?"

With frenzied eyes, Lynnette

Wendell sat and gawked all around. "I don't

out there."

"Just listen." She

and listened for what