The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 14

It was hot, but the heat was somewhat stymied by the clouds that loomed heavy in the humid sky that morning as police officers milled about the gruesome crime scene in the alley on the south side of the town.

The Cadillac was a complete wreck, from its smashed windshield, to the blood soaked seats, both front and back, all the way to the back window which was destroyed as well. Still settled inside the driver's seat was Wendell's body, the only difference was that his mutilated head was lying on the passenger's seat beside him. His body, from the chest all the way down to his legs had been eaten away. Only scant shards of his clothing, along with bits and pieces of flesh that was scattered all over the car remained.

Inspector Ortega climbed out of his brown sedan and straightened his brown tie as he made his way over to the scene. All along the alleyway were the usual onlookers and gawkers, most of which resided in the neighborhood. The entire commotion was blocked off by a yellow tape barricade.

Ortega used only his badge to get past the officers before ducking under the tape and curiously making his way over to a pudgy white man who was prying his way inside the vehicle.

Ortega, trying his best not to step into any puddles of blood that was on the ground, approached the individual from behind, and in a chipper voice said, "Looks like we got one heck of a dilemma on our hands here."

Unresponsive to the man's words, the pudgy man, with his ample rear poked out for the world to see, just kept on at his detail.

Somewhat perturbed by the man's ill-gotten silence, Ortega sucked in his gut and announced a bit louder, "I said—

"I heard what you said the first time." The man inside the car huffed. "It's too hot for cliché's."

"I uh, I was just wondering what took place here."

"And you are?" The pudgy man asked in a muffled voice.

"Inspector David Ortega," he said out loud.

Almost immediately, the man pulled his girth from out of the vehicle and approached Ortega with only a pair of forceps in his right hand.

"Oh, so you're the new inspector." The man reacted, a bit taken off guard. "The name's Brice. Patrick Brice. I'm the forensics officer here."

"Good to meet you, Mr. Brice." Ortega said as he glanced around the scene for a moment before turning back to Brice.

"I was told that the new inspector wouldn't be starting until next month." Brice pushed his eyeglasses back onto his face.

"Yeah, well, I was never one for punctuality."

"Have you met O'Dea yet, by any chance?" Brice

Ortega just squared his eyes at Brice. "I've been getting a lot of

grin before turning around to the car and reaching for

was both ghastly and somewhat sad

Brice replied with a sigh, "Well, we got one black male torn to bits

which was split wide open. "Something,

"You could say that." Brice said

came to the passenger's side. "Does anyone know who else was in here with

over to Ortega. "No, not yet," he said. "But lucky for them,

"Looks like a

Brice just eyeballed the man with the most wary stare he could give

"Really," Ortega perked up. "What, do dealers here in Cypress use wild animals to kill off

"And just

"Chicago."

tell me, have you ever

then again, ever since I've arrived here in Cypress,

The man dropped his forceps and papers to the ground before coming face to face

"You were there that morning they found that

pretty gruesome.

Brice immediately took Ortega by the arm and led him as far away from the car as possible, even

"What's going on?" Ortega snatched his arm

"You saw that thing that

saw

everyone I ask down at the station

"Well, what I saw that morning was something of...of an animal.

"But you mentioned that it was six feet. Six feet wide or long,"

Brice's

like an intelligent man, Inspector, so it wouldn't surprise you that most dogs don't grow to six feet. Doesn't that strike you

but then again, it could've escaped from the

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