The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 34

Like a frightened kitten Lynnette crept into the semi-busy police station where a light stream of disorderly traffic swept through the floor; from officers escorting pimps and prostitutes, to drug addicts and homeless people being processed at various points throughout the area.

In Lynnette's mind everyone that surrounded her were shadows that were caving in on her. She held her boney arms as though she were freezing cold while trying not to make physical contact with any of the other undesirables that resided in the station's front lobby.

Ahead of her was a long podium that stretched at least fifty feet wide. At the very center of the podium was an older black lady who was dressed in full police regalia and steadily writing away on a piece of paper while successfully ignoring the rest of the world around her.

"Excuse me." Lynnette meekly gawked at the woman.

The lady, who was still scribbling away on her piece of paper, didn't remove her eyes from her duty.

"Can I help you?" She mumbled.

"My...my son has been kidnapped." Lynnette stammered.

At the snap of a finger the lady stopped writing and looked straight at Lynnette asking with a suddenly concerned look, "How long ago was your son taken?"

"I...I don't know for sure. Maybe about an hour ago or something."

"Okay, just hold on, I'll be right back," the woman said while getting up from out of her seat and walking away.

Lynnette stood by and watched as the unnamed shadows passed by her in a simultaneous chorus of blundering chaos. She didn't know whether to remain at the podium or simply walk away altogether. She couldn't stop shaking, and the more she thought of Isaiah the more she just wanted to break down and bawl all over the floor. It had been months since she had control over her own being.

"Can I help you?" A middle-aged, black police officer approached Lynnette.

Lynnette looked at the man and tried to speak. "I...my son has been taken away."

"Okay, follow me and we'll see what we can do."

The man led Lynnette away from the open floor and to a series of desks that were located in an adjacent area. Within the area were other officers who were either heading home for the evening or just beginning their shifts.

The officer pulled out a chair for Lynnette to sit in. Seated just three feet beside her was another desk where a white man who was disguised as a mime was arguing with an officer.

"Okay, my name is Officer Barron." The man said as he sat down behind his desk. "And what is your name, ma'am?"

"Uh, Lynnette Glover," she timidly replied. Barron paused for a bit looking as if he were trapped inside a thought.

"Glover, Glover. Why does that name sound so familiar?" He tapped his fingers on his desk. "It doesn't matter. Miss Glover, can you describe your son for me, please?"

"He's two years old. He has...he has." Lynnette tried and tried so diligently but could not seem to conjure a mere picture of her son in her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not thinking very clearly right now.."

"That's okay, but we need some kind of description in order to get this search underway. Now, what was he wearing when you last saw him?"

"I...I don't know for sure."

Barron placed his pen down onto the desk before sitting and studying Lynnette very meticulously.

"Miss Glover, are you sure that your son is even missing?"

"Yes, yes he is!" Lynnette hurried to say. "You see, I haven't been home in a few days. I've been...working a lot."

Barron continued to hand the young woman the 'square eye' before he picked up his pen and began writing all over again.

"Can you possibly give me anything to go on? Something about your son that we could latch on to in order to make this easier," Barron persisted.

Lynnette bore down as hard as she could before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. "He has curly hair and a scar on his left hand that his...father gave him."

"Curly hair and a scar on his left hand," Barron recited to himself while writing. "Is it possible that his father—

Barron right there stopped himself before taking his pen and nibbling on the very tip while staring on at Lynnette. "Now I remember that name." He said in a low voice.

Lynnette only turned her head and blushed the longer Barron looked at her. "Miss Glover, where was your son when he was abducted?"

"He was with my parents at their house."

"Okay, and what's your parents' address?"

"2167 Anders Road."

"Would your parents be able to give an accurate description of your son? It would help."

Shaking her head in a futile manner, Lynnette said, "No, they were both attacked this evening, too."

"I'm taking that this was a burglary?"

"Yes."

"Did your parents happen to get a description of the intruder or intruders?"

"My mother said that there was—

Lynnette's brain came to a complete and abrupt stop at that very instant. All she could think of was what her mother had mentioned.

"Miss Glover, are you okay?" Barron waved his hand in front of her blank, pale face.

tremble all over again. "My...my mama said that there were

other two?" She then began to

hand out, Barron said, "Okay, Miss Glover, I'm

were three of them!" Lynnette sobbed loud

"Miss Glover, please try

"But I don't know who

"But in order

her hands together as tight as possible. "I know one of them." She whimpered. "She had these brown eyes and afro puffs.

his pad, Barron asked,

any other two." Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My

a gang?" Barron inquired. "We have been seeing a spike in gang

air around her. The words she wanted and needed to say were right there on the very tip of her dry tongue, all she had to do was open her mouth and let them

Lynnette explained, "I'm going to tell you something that you won't believe

Officer Barron sat up close and personal to the young woman while not

but it's

loud commotion erupted from clear on the other side of the area. It was two men wrestling with

vicinity, from officers to victims and perps, stopped what they were doing and directed their attention at the melee which began sprawling all onto the floor, making it

breathlessly stated as he shot up from out of his chair and raced towards the

unruly men in order to subdue the turmoil, while Lynnette sat by in her chair and watched in

clear on the other side of the room, to

her body shudder from head to toe. She couldn't believe that he was gone. The same child that she hadn't seen in days was nowhere to be found, and just knowing that something beyond darkness had taken him to God knows where only

"Tea," a

Lynnette looked all around until her eyes connected with the man seated only three feet to her right at the next

"What?" She

his mime disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking

Lynnette sat up in her seat and wiped her misty eyes. "Thanks."

until a good friend told me about

man and arrogantly said, "For

for the man to stare at Lynnette's scarred up arms for her

kid is missing, but the last thing you need is to be in here of all places shaking like

look at the man, who with his makeup only appeared as

"Look at that mess over there." He

the carnage that was still taking place in the middle of

the beat after this wild animal that's running loose." The man explained. "That's why I'm here now. No, I take that back," he sniggered. "I'm actually here because I was harassing this elderly couple. They said they would give me five dollars for my routine,

you're sitting in here and not

"Maybe you're right."

her arms wrapped around her body in the hopes that her shakes would end, Lynnette watched in silent comfort as the officers eventually brought the two men to their knees. In her

of us can do to kill it." Her voice faltered. "I've seen it before with my

minute, you've actually seen this animal before?"

know what the devil looks like. He either has fur,

"You sound like

I'm not, I just see people for who they

a hooker didn't give him the blowjob he paid

until she came eye to eye with

at Lynnette in the most distressed manner possible, as if he wanted to reach out for her in

tried to divert both her eyes and attention away from the man, but the more she twisted and

would hurry and at least put me in a cell already." The mime

and more uncomfortable Lynnette became, until after so long she couldn't bear it any longer. She

missing kid, lady?"

busy officer after another. At that point, and after so much anarchy her brain had

handcuffed man Lynnette couldn't help but to quickly

"Lynn!" Cloyse

all she could see was Cloyse looking back up

"Who...who are you?" She fumbled over

Scooting his chair closer

only backed away from the feverish man as though he had

were saturated in sweat, while his bloodshot eyes

a fraught, pathetic man before her who could have been high on the same kinds of drugs she had been indulging in for the past few months; his looks wouldn't have proven

"Please...let me out of

"I don't know you." Lynnette turned up her nose before pulling away

can see in your face

turning back around and frowning, "Nigga,

a moment before looking back up and saying, "You

"Who,"

"The two with

left foot tapped so hard on the floor from fear that she could hardly even stand

"Who are you

of

Lynnette's eyes couldn't have gotten any wider than they were at that painstaking instant. She heard the words coming

"I don't know you!" She yelled.

for you." A male, white officer came up behind Cloyse and began to uncuff

to

cell, pronto." The officer began dragging Cloyse away.

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