The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

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.

At once, Lynnette started to tremble all over again. "My...my mama said that there were

were the other two?" She then

said, "Okay, Miss Glover, I'm going

there were three of them!" Lynnette sobbed

"Miss Glover, please try

"But I don't know who the other

feel. I have two sons of my own." Barron said. "But in order for us to find your child, I

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

Barron asked, "Okay, what about the

catch her breath. "My mother said that there were three of

it possible that this woman could be part of a gang?" Barron inquired. "We have been

Lynnette shut her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and exhaling the warm air around her. The words she wanted and needed to say were right there on the

you something that

close and personal to the young woman while not batting a single eyelash as he

am about to tell you won't sound...real, but it's all I have. These animal killings that have been happening, I know

At that very moment, a loud commotion erupted from clear on the other side of the area.

victims and perps, stopped what they were doing and directed their attention at the melee which

shot up from out of his chair and raced towards the scene

in order to subdue the turmoil, while Lynnette sat by in her chair

side of the room, to her own son; no matter what, the woman could not catch a simple breath. She had spent months ignoring Isaiah to the point where at times she forgot

seemed to do was make 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

"Tea," a man's voice suddenly

eyes connected with the man seated only three feet

"What?" She cleared

remarked from his chair. "Drinking a warm cup of tea

Trying to gather herself, Lynnette sat up in her

until a good friend told me about the wonderful effects of

at the man and

stare at Lynnette's scarred up arms for her to

of all places shaking like a leaf. These cops see it

Lynnette tried her hardest not to look at the man, who with his

"Look at that mess over there." He nodded his

the carnage that was still taking place in 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, but once I was through, the old geezers just up and walked away. Next thing I know, I'm sitting here in a

"Maybe it's a good thing that you're sitting in here and not out there." Lynnette found the courage to speak

you're

would end, Lynnette watched in silent comfort as the officers eventually brought the two men

nothing any of us can do to kill it." Her voice faltered. "I've seen it before with my

actually

what the devil looks like. He either has fur, or he

like a poet." The mime

"No, I'm not, I just see people for who they

guy right there, the bald, white fellow. He's in here complaining that a hooker didn't give him the blowjob he paid for. Then there's that guy right over there in the cuffs. The black kid. This joker actually walked in here on his own volition a while ago. Apparently he's been running around town for the past few days harassing people. The cops have been searching for him ever since Henderson's speech the other day. Then suddenly he stumbles up in here looking for someone himself. What luck? Yep, the police station seems to bring out who we really are

to eye with the aforementioned bearded, 'black kid'

The young man sat cuffed to his chair staring right back at Lynnette in the most distressed manner possible, as if he wanted to reach out for her in the worst way, even though he

away from the man, but the more she twisted and squirmed in her seat, that was all the more she couldn't seem to

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

after so long

lady?" The mime tossed up his hands in

past one busy officer after another. At that point, and after so much anarchy her brain had been reduced to mush. Isaiah was still fresh in her heart, but Lynnette

handcuffed man Lynnette couldn't help but to quickly glance at him on her way

Lynnette nearly fell to the floor trying to stop. When she gazed down all she could see was

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

chair closer to her,

the feverish man as though he had a disease. "Who are you?" She started to

cry. His face and clothes were saturated in sweat, while his bloodshot eyes gave the impression that

been high on the same kinds of drugs she had been

"Please...let me out

you." Lynnette turned up her nose before pulling

see in your face dat you have seen them!" He said

turning back around and frowning, "Nigga, what are

dropped his head for a moment before looking back up and saying, "You have seen Arthur and

"Who," Lynnette clinched her

two with de eyes," Cloyse

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

you

"I too have seen dem. I have seen dem all of my

couldn't have gotten any wider than they were at that painstaking instant. She heard the words coming out of Cloyse's mouth, but

know you!" She

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

"No, no, I need to speak

this guy to a cell, pronto." The officer