The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

With rolled up sleeves and a shirt that was halfway unbuttoned due to the exhausting heat inside the police station, David, with a manila folder in one hand, came out of his office with a tenacious, almost hateful expression on his face. To others, it appeared as if he was completely enraged, but on the inside, David was a washout of emotion.

Outside his office were officers rushing about like busy bees in a hive. Phones were alive with such vibrant energy that one who wasn't in the know would have thought an international attack had just taken place.

In David's eyes it was all a blustery commotion that he was more than accustomed to being from Chicago; but there was something else that was digging deep into his inner being. Just the simple feeling of the work place that morning seemed to collapse upon him. It was oppressive and downright stifling to where just simply standing in place seemed laborious.

Before he could even take one step to the left, David spotted Officer Fitzpatrick carrying a brown box to his desk. Ever so curious, David made it a point to recklessly bypass everyone else just to reach Alan who was steadily packing his belongings into his box.

"Good morning, Officer." David presented himself from behind.

Startled, Alan spun around. With a miniature American flag in his right hand, the man said, "Oh, I didn't see you standing there."

"I didn't mean to surprise you." David said while observing Alan packing all sorts of belongings into the box, from pictures of his family, to an autographed baseball.

Alan was wearing a plaid, button down shirt and polyester pants, while on top of his head was a Cincinnati Reds ball cap. David wasn't dull, he could very well tell just what was happening.

"Crazy morning, huh," Alan asked while carelessly stuffing more and more items into his box.

David watched before saying, "So tell me, how did the captain take your sudden departure?"

Alan suddenly stopped what he was doing before he turned around and sighed, "I told Brickman that I was getting sick and tired of this job, but apparently the old man didn't believe me. Sometimes you have to show a person just how serious you are."

"I was just wondering if you're departure would have anything to do with what took place yesterday."

Alan stood and looked at David for a second or two. "Look, life is just too short for this."

"I watched the press conference this morning on TV." David mentioned. "It sounds like we may have a pretty serious problem on our hands."

Sniggering, Alan replied, "Problem? That broad of a lieutenant Mayor understated one helluva fact if you ask me."

"Don't you think that's a bit too harsh?"

"Are you kidding? This whole town is...I gotta go." Alan hastily remarked before picking up his box and rushing away.

David made sure to follow the man off the floor and down the stairs. "I read the file on your partner, Linus Bruin!" David shouted.

Instantly, Alan stopped trotting down the steps. His face was turned in the opposite direction while he leaned against the stairs' railing

"There's a lot more to this than what I read, isn't there, Officer?"

Alan slowly turned his head. "You don't give up, do you?"

Cracking a salty grin, David said, "Not when there's a story that hasn't been told all the way."

One officer after another passed the two men in the stairwell before Alan eventually cocked his head downwards indicating that he wanted David to follow him.

They both carried on until they made it to the stuffy parking garage. David kept a close pace right behind Alan who was skulking about as though he were expecting someone or something to jump out from the parked vehicles at any moment.

Waving his hand in front of his face, David exhaled, "Is it always this miserable down here?"

Stopping beside a light blue and white Volkswagen van, Alan placed his box down onto the ground and rushed to say, "Only when someone is playing 'Deepthroat'." He bobbed his head up and down and all around before looking back at David and uttering quietly, "Look, there's only two reasons as to why I'm even talking to you. Number one, it's my last day. And two, I'd rather not have my best friend's good name dragged through the mud like it has been these past few months.

"Skimming through his folder, David exclaimed, "I can understand that, but what took place back in February could possibly have implications as to what may be happening here today."

Alan peeked over David's shoulder. "There's a very good reason that I'm packing both myself and my family and leaving this city. Something is happening, and you're right, it could have something to do with what happened months ago."

"It says on page twenty-two something about you leaving your piece inside one of the squad cars." David eluded. "Did you leave it inside the car so Bruin could use it that night?"

Rolling his eyes, Alan flippantly replied, "I had a bad habit of forgetting to log in my piece at the end of my shift. Sue me." He shrugged. "But that night...I was in such a rush to get home, it just completely skipped my mind."

"But Bruin did use your gun to kill this Isaac Mercer, did he not?"

"Yeah, he did." Alan lamented. "But something

so," David squared his eyes.Alan dropped his head for a moment before glancing

day after he took out Mercer, he just walked out of the interrogation room and came down here to his car. When I got down here he was holding his gun

"He was that shaken

take a life back in '72. Sure, we all go through the motions whenever we're forced to take someone out. But when I pulled him out of that car that morning...there was something

"I'd love to know more

"Forget Cummins. He was just a

"How do

Alan looked around the garage and said, "Linus and I went to see Mercer the night before everything went down. The kid didn't look right. Linus mentioned something about Gloria being more

it possible that Mercer could have

evidence that would point to collusion. But I do know for a fact that Linus saw something inside that house that night he killed Mercer. We all saw his fiancée, and even she was all screwed up after that, both physically and emotionally. Linus never, ever mentioned to anyone what he

that point. He wanted to keep Alan speaking for as

"Does anyone know where this

knows, but

on, what do you mean?" David held out his hand. "You're up and leaving right in the

Alan's eyes popped wide open. "Are you kidding me? I thought I saw everything months ago

wild eyes that wouldn't cease

"There's something else you're

got five kids of my own. How do I as a father explain all this to them? My wife's niece, or I should say, our niece, Meredith, she was killed last night, too. She was such a good kid. All she ever wanted to do was help people. And this is

and scraped the cement floor with his

was torn to bits and pieces!" Alan flailed his arms all around. "Where is this coming from all of the sudden? This city didn't have any of this before last Thanksgiving. One moment you're tracking down a kidnapper, rapist and murderer, the next you're chasing after some Godforsaken animal! And all anyone can tell you about it is that it's

do so. Rather, he just stared at Alan's sentiment like it had been the first time he had ever witnessed a

saw Gloria and Linus' faces...that all changed." Alan wiped his eyes. "What Linus saw in that house that night stuck with him till the day he died. We all did all we could as both colleagues and friends to keep him around...but he just couldn't be comforted. Now what makes you think I want to stick around and allow myself to go up

to Alan, David adamantly explained, "Look, all I know is that ever since I've been here in this town I've arrived at the scene of madness. And no one seems to be

fist against the van. "Haven't you heard a word I said?" He then clapped his hands in David's face. "I'm leaving because I don't want myself or my family to be dead in the next few days! I'm taking us

From there, Alan picked up his box and opened the driver's side door.

more than that, Mr. Fitzpatrick!" He urgently

"There are two things that I'm going to tell you. One of the

"I'm listening."

having your little pow-wow, did he happen to mention anything

Shaking his head, David replied, "No...no, it doesn't ring

things that Cummins would do before killing his victims was record himself raping them. The night he was slaughtered, he left his tape recorder on. The recorder happened to catch

of

said, "That's right. Captain Brickman said that it sounded like it

you telling me that this recording could possibly be the key

began rolling backwards, but not before he turned to David and said out loud, "Linus Bruin was a good man! And I know for a fact

watch Alan pull out of his space before

As he rampaged his way up David bumped into two officers who were walking the same

on the sixth floor."

as a "thank you" David ascended the stairwell with the vigor of a twelve year old on steroids until

saw the words Archive Room painted on the wall beside him with an arrow pointing straight ahead. He followed the arrow

were all stacked against one another so tightly that scooting across each row required

sized, clunky audiotapes labeled in alphabetical order. Some were recordings of trial proceedings, while others were of interrogations. David sifted through until

he found exactly what he had hoped to find. The very instant his eyes connected with Cummins, David hurriedly ripped the

"Hello?" A female voice called

raised back up he saw Officer Shirley Donaldson standing there right in front of him with an alarmed, yet amused look on her

"Oh my," she laughed. "I knew I heard someone walk in here, but I

huffed. "I was just

said, "You must be the new

Wearing an impatient smile, David shook her hand.

"Everyone said that you've been buzzing about the department for the past week or so. I'm glad to

homely demeanor that she was possibly the one and only coherent human being that he had encountered since

this here tape." David held the object up for

eyeballed the labeling on the tape before looking back

tell me that you have a story

before she