The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 16

The Cypress Guardian

Wednesday, July 20th 1977

Once more, a vicious animal attack has struck Cypress, this time at Jimmy's, a roller rink on the corner of Harrison Ave and 18th, on the city's Northeast end.

Authorities are not giving many details as of now, but they are saying that it is definitely an animal attack.58 year old Clavell Diggs, 57 year old Anita Lunsford, 31 year old Marvin Reeve and 28 year old Lucius Turner were all found mutilated inside the basement of the rink last night.

Those questioned at the site said they heard nothing in the basement of the rink, while some say gunshots could be heard, but that it was so loud inside the building that it was hard to tell.Police, however, did happen to discover multiple grams of cocaine, marijuana and other drug paraphernalia down inside the basement where the murders took place.

When sought for questioning, the rink's owner, James Tolliver, was nowhere to be found. But needless to say that the rink will be shutdown indefinitely, or until at least Mr. Tolliver can be located.

While authorities have not been able to pinpoint just what kind of animal could be responsible, it leads them to believe that perhaps this all could harken back to similar animal attacks in the past. Mainly those that took place in Cuyahoga Falls this past February.

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"You gotta be kidding me." Ortega sighed in dismay before folding his newspaper and looking around at the busy floor of the police station.

"C'mon, pal, and get in here!" A white, plain clothes officer shouted as he and another plain clothes officer who happened to be black dragged a raggedy looking black man into the area before planting him down into a chair.

Ortega, forgetting that he had his newspaper tucked underneath his armpit, nonchalantly carried himself over to the scene where he managed to keep himself somewhat in a partial distance, just close enough to hear but not appear as being nosey.

The man seated in the chair wore nappy dreadlocks and a scruffy beard. His shorts had a huge hole in the side while his tank top shirt had grease stains plastered all over. Judging by his appearance, he looked to be in his early to mid-thirties.

"Okay, buddy, we're gonna keep going over this until we get it right." The black officer stood above the young, overconfident looking man. "Is there a rival gang here in town?"

Growing a grin, the man sat and said, "Hey, mon, I know nuting about any gangs."

Rolling his eyes, the white officer stood on the other end and said, "C'mon, George, how many times are you gonna tell us that? You know about the murders from last night, as well as the guy in the alley just the other night. There has to be a connection."

Pointing at himself, George asked, "Why ya ask me?"

"Because some of the folks at Jimmy's said that there were two Jamaicans that entered that club last night, and no one ever saw them again." The black officer stated. "Let's face it, my friend, there aren't too many of you guys in this city to begin with. You folks have to be networking."

Still wearing his grin, George replied, "Look, mon, I was at home all last night. I don't even know how to skate."

"Wipe that stupid look off of your face." The white officer grudgingly ordered. "You want us to bring up that little charge you had so mysteriously wiped away a month ago?"

Promptly, George frowned before wiping the sweat from off his face. "Look, mon, I know nuting about no murders."

"We never asked anything about any murders." The white officer gritted his teeth. "We want to know if there are any Jamaican gangs in this city. Any drug rivals."

With his hands outstretched, George pleaded, "It's hot, mon. Too hot for murder."

"You people should be used to the heat." The black officer said. "Now, tell us what we need to know and you can go back home to your nice, cozy fan."

George sat back in the chair and exhaled before saying, "Okay, mon, in de streets, I be hearing about a woman and a mon."

"Keep going." The white officer said.

George then shrugged his shoulders and continued, "I hear dat dey live down in Hollis Estates."

"That does it!" The white officer irately exclaimed before lifting George to his feet. "Get this comedian outta here before I crack him in half!"

Ortega just stood and watched as George was carted away, all the while pleading his so called case to anyone who would listen.

Once the man was out of sight, Ortega approached the white officer."Tell me, uh...why did you just have that man taken away when he was giving you the information that you needed?"

The officer just stared back at Ortega as though the man were growing a new set of ears right before his eyes.

"And you are?" the officer grimaced.

"Inspector David Ortega," Ortega snapped back.

"Oh, so you're the new Inspector." The man cracked a grin.

"Yeah, I am. Now, what was all that about?"

"Just a Q and A, that's all."

"But he sounded as if he were giving you a tip on a lead."

The officer stood and smiled at Ortega like he was looking at a simple child. "Inspector, Hollis Estates is a rundown slum. Not even the rats go down there. The place is a ghost town. Completely empty."

Just before he was about to go back to his own office, he caught a glimpse of Brice who just happened to be

after the man until he was able to catch

"Hey, fella," Ortega called out. "You're one hard guy to

reached a door and went through with Ortega right on

Ortega." Brice greeted in a dismal

littered with shiny, silver utensils, cameras and boxes of papers from one corner to the other. Just trying to

him and said, "I, uh, I'm glad I was able to catch

Dropping his satchel to the floor, Brice turned around and took off his glasses. "Look, Inspector, I apologize for being so...unorthodox, yesterday. I just had a lot of things on my mind." Brice explained, looking as if he hadn't slept in days. "Just wipe everything I mentioned the other day out of your head. I'm sorry I

you threw a bag of snakes at me." Ortega said. "You just can't toss all that at me

man with the most depressed glaze on his face,

"Have a seat." Brice said as he sat himself down in his old, wooden chair that was placed just a couple of feet away from where Ortega took his own seat. Taking off his glasses and wiping the lenses, Brice

at the man, Ortega asked, "You were at that rink last night, weren't

Placing his glasses back on his face, Brice

is

that again." Brice

there last night? From your perspective," Ortega

saying, "Just imagine your worst horror movie,

bad,

and down. "Tell me something, Inspector, how much of the

"Enough, I

so often glance at Ortega before returning his attention back to his pen. "There's something wrong here in this city, Inspector. And it all seemed to

"Keep going."

and murdered three grown men. There was hardly anything left of them. Then came

Ortega pondered for a moment. "I believe so. Wasn't he

caught, but tore in

He was

"Yes, a family that lived right down the road from the guy." Brice replied. "Now, tell me, Inspector, do you recall hearing a story about a young man by the name

in his mind to grab at something. "The name sounds kind

is in the case files on the third floor; I'm just giving you the abridged version. Isaac apparently tried to kill not only his

snatched out the first thing that came to mind. "Now I remember." He inhaled. "Wasn't he supposedly high on some

scrupulous precision. "Is that all you heard, Inspector?" His tone methodically

Chuckling, Ortega asked, "Is there more

they said that a bear killed Cummins and the family that lived down the road. There was an elderly couple that lived right next door to where the

on drugs do some pretty crazy stuff. Sounding like an animal wouldn't be too out of the ordinary. Crazy people don't know restraint, Mr. Brice. They tend to be a lot stronger than

not stop staring endlessly at Ortega

in each and every incident, I discovered two things. Number one, these people were by no way murdered

pull out a shoebox. The man then turned back

are strands of

Ortega took the fur and examined it from end

held back for a second or two before

Ortega's eyes quickly went for Brice's face.

"Not the kind you're thinking

fur back to Brice and asked,

I just happened to gather more fur from not only the alley incident, but also from last night. You saw the guy inside that car. No normal wolf could have or would have ever caused that much destruction. Last night, inside that roller rink, I saw bodies

stop beating around the bush, Mr. Brice. You've been up all night long looking at death. I get it. But I need for you to come clean with me

and sat his shoebox on top of his

a woman was seen walking along the Logan bridge walkway completely naked. Mind you, it was about ten degrees that morning, and yet, there she was, as naked as a jaybird. One guy, who wanted to get his

was entirely too wound up with anticipation to even try and figure out

any of this out. What am I supposed to be seeing

the woman's face, Inspector." Brice insisted. "The Fotomat

the black woman's face as closely as his vision would allow.

"These Polaroid's all

"Look at

supposed to be looking at?" Ortega

"Something was growing out of her mouth,

moments both men just sat and stared at one another in complete and utter

tell me just what you're getting at, are

like Leonard Nimoy, but you're an educated man. I'll

before asking, "What about Mercer's fiancée? She was there. What did she have

"Nothing much," Brice nonchalantly shrugged. "No one has heard from her since the

before, but I have to admit

happen to believe that there may be more than one of these things prowling

two sizes at that point. "What makes you

could not tear down a solid brick wall. I refuse to believe that one vicious animal could take out several well-armed people. I...I could spend

sat and examined the young man in a pitiable manner. "You actually enjoy all this, don't you?" He grunted at Brice. "For God's sake, you even still have evidence from the last crime scene sitting here in

after Cummins

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