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."

of the floor. Just before he was about to go

Ortega dropped his newspaper and took off after the man until he was able to catch up to him on the bottom

fella," Ortega called out.

walking until he reached a door and went through with Ortega right on

"Good morning, Mr. Ortega."

office littered with shiny, silver utensils, cameras and boxes of papers

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

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.

open 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 tucked in between my

most depressed glaze on his face, as to say that he

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 murmured, "You gotta forgive me, I've been up all

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

on his face, Brice pressed his lips and said, "Yep, all night

"A cop's job is never done." Ortega

that again." Brice said while

there last night? From your perspective," Ortega

your worst horror movie, and

"That bad, huh,"

down. "Tell me something, Inspector, how much of the news do you keep

I

his pen. "There's something wrong here

"Keep going."

hardly anything left of them. Then came this past February," Brice sat up. "Do you recall

moment. "I believe

caught,

that in the paper. He was

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

more, Ortega had to stretch far back in his mind to grab at something. "The name sounds kind of

you the abridged version. Isaac apparently tried to kill not only

Ortega kept reaching until he finally snatched out the first thing that came to mind. "Now I remember." He inhaled. "Wasn't he supposedly high on some new drug when

Inspector with scrupulous

Chuckling, Ortega asked, "Is there more to

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 incident took place. If you've ever seen this neighborhood, the houses are so small and close knit they might as well be apartments. This same elderly couple

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

Still, Brice's eyes would not stop staring endlessly at

every incident, I discovered two things. Number one, these people were by no way murdered by a pack of dogs or a bear. Neither beast is as destructive or strong. Number two,

looked on as Brice turned around and reached into his desk to pull out a shoebox. The man then turned back and opened the box before

are strands of

Ortega took the fur and examined it from end to end. "What

for a second or two before

eyes quickly went for Brice's

the kind you're thinking

back to Brice and asked, "What kind

fur from not only the alley incident, but also from last night. You saw the guy inside that car. No normal

"Okay, okay, I need for you to 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 right

Brice turned around and sat his shoebox on top of his desk before reaching inside another drawer and

naked. Mind you, it was about ten degrees that morning, and yet, there she was, as naked as a jaybird. One guy, who

Ortega the pictures, but David was entirely too wound up with anticipation to even try and figure out

out. What am

"Look at the woman's face, Inspector." Brice insisted.

his vision would allow. All he could see were the woman's eyes

"These Polaroid's all have discolored

"Look at her

to be looking at?" Ortega asked in a

was growing out of

and looked Brice straight in the eye. For the longest of moments both men just sat and stared at one another in complete and utter silence. Only the hallway chatter outside the

not going to tell me just what you're getting

know, I sound like Leonard Nimoy, but you're an educated man. I'll let you figure it out.

"What about Mercer's fiancée? She

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

cases before, but I have to admit that this one takes the cake." Ortega

dealing with gangsters here, Inspector. I happen to believe that there may be more than one of these things

at that point. "What makes you say

Wild dogs or a bear could not tear down a solid brick wall. I refuse to believe that one vicious animal could

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

Detective Bruin came to me two days after

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