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."

he was about to

man until he was able to catch

out.

until he reached a door and went through with

"Good morning, Mr. Ortega." Brice greeted in

and boxes of papers from one corner to the other. Just trying to find a place

out of sorts, Ortega shut the door behind him and

apologize for being so...unorthodox, yesterday. I just had a lot of things on my mind." Brice explained, looking as

a can of worms, you threw a bag of snakes at me." Ortega said. "You just can't toss all that at me and expect me to just go away with my tail

Brice looked hard at the man with the most depressed glaze on his face, as to say that

himself down in his old, wooden chair that was placed just a couple of feet away from where Ortega

at the man, Ortega asked, "You were at that

his face, Brice pressed his lips

cop's job is never done." Ortega humbly

"Yeah, you can say that again." Brice said while fiddling with a ballpoint

what happened there last night? From your perspective,"

imagine your worst horror movie, and

"That bad,

down. "Tell me something, Inspector, how

"Enough, I guess." Ortega

back to his pen. "There's something wrong here in

"Keep going."

home and murdered three grown men. There was hardly anything left of them. Then came this past February," Brice sat up. "Do you recall The Broad

Ortega pondered for a moment. "I believe so.

caught, but

in the paper. He was killed by some animal,

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 of

Once more, Ortega had to stretch far back in his mind to grab

in the case files on the third floor; I'm just giving you the abridged version. Isaac apparently tried to kill not only his fiancée, but also their own son before he himself was shot and killed by one of

came to mind. "Now I remember." He inhaled. "Wasn't he supposedly high

the Inspector with scrupulous precision. "Is that all you heard,

Ortega asked, "Is there more

Brice cut his eyes away for a second. "Last year, they said that a pack of wild dogs attacked those men. Back in February, 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 Mercer

I mean, this Mercer guy was high. I've seen people 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

eyes would not stop staring endlessly

were by no way murdered by a pack of

on as Brice turned around and reached into his desk to pull out a

"These are strands

it from end to end.

Brice held back for a second or

went for Brice's face.

"Not the kind you're thinking of, but

Ortega handed the fur back to Brice and asked, "What kind

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,

Waving his hands, Ortega pleaded, "Okay, okay, I need for you to stop beating around the bush, Mr. Brice. You've been up all night long looking at

of his desk before reaching inside another drawer and taking out a

a jaybird. One guy, who wanted to get his jolly's, just happened to take out his camera, but when he took the pictures, he

David was entirely too wound up with anticipation to even

this out. What am I supposed

at the woman's face,

his vision would allow. All

all

at her

be looking at?"

"Something was growing out of

the pictures away from his face and looked Brice straight in the eye. For the longest of moments both men just sat and stared at one another in complete

"You're still not going to tell

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

about Mercer's

nonchalantly shrugged. "No one has heard from her

"I've seen strange cases before, but I have to

"We're not dealing with gangsters here, Inspector. I happen to believe that there may be more than one of these things prowling this

Ortega's eyes grew two sizes at that

that roller rink was demolished. Wild dogs or a bear could not tear down a solid brick wall. I refuse to believe that one vicious animal could take out several

don't you?" He

two days after Cummins was killed.

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