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.

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

other two?" She then

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

of them!" Lynnette sobbed loud enough for everyone within earshot

"Miss Glover, please

"But I don't

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

Lynnette wiped her face clean before clasping her hands together as tight as possible. "I know one of them." She whimpered. "She had these brown eyes and afro puffs. She

Writing on his pad, Barron

two." Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My mother said that there were three of them,

be part of a gang?" Barron inquired. "We

wanted and needed to say were right

voice, Lynnette explained, "I'm going to tell you something that you

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

"What I am about to tell you won't sound...real, but it's

from clear on the other side of the area. It was two men wrestling with several police officers on their way

and perps, stopped what they were doing and directed their attention at the melee which began sprawling all onto the floor,

gonna have to excuse me!" Barron breathlessly stated as he shot up from out of his chair and raced towards the

officers all descended upon the two unruly men in order to subdue the turmoil, while Lynnette sat by

teeth chattered. Lynnette was wrapped up in all sorts of misery, from the spurts of profanity-laced mayhem clear on the other 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

All every thought 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 knowing that something beyond darkness had taken him to God knows where only made her

a man's voice

the man seated only three feet to her right

"What?" She

disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking a warm cup of tea will calm those

herself, Lynnette sat up in

until a

the man and arrogantly said, "For you information,

for the man to stare at Lynnette's scarred up arms for her to turn away from him in total

but the last thing you need is to be in here of all places shaking like a leaf. These cops see it every day. The cop that was attending to you isn't

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

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

head to view the carnage that was still taking place in the middle of

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

a good thing that you're sitting in here and not out there." Lynnette found

you're

that her shakes would end, Lynnette watched in silent comfort as the officers eventually brought the two men to their knees. In her drowsy eyes it was like

something out there, and there's nothing any of us can do to kill it." Her voice faltered. "I've seen it

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

"Yeah, twice now," she replied. "Ever since then...I know what the devil looks like. He either has fur, or he

sound like a poet." The

"No, I'm not, I just

to rub off the white paint from his face. "I've been cooped up inside this station for the past three hours, and in those three hours I've had the opportunity to see all sorts of characters besides myself." He indignantly stated. "You see that old, black lady over there?" He pointed. "She has a complaint about her neighbors' dogs that keep barking all night. Then you have that 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.

carefully until she came eye to eye with the aforementioned bearded, 'black kid' that the mime spoke

most distressed manner possible, as if he wanted to reach

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

at least put me in a cell already." The mime grumbled. "I can't

long she couldn't bear it any longer. She got up from out of

lady?" The mime

that point, and after so much anarchy her brain

As she came closer to the handcuffed man Lynnette couldn't help but to quickly glance at

"Lynn!" Cloyse

to stop. When she gazed down all she could see was Cloyse looking back up at her like a lost, desperate puppy

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

his chair closer to her, Cloyse

from 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

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

"Please...let me out of here." He

Lynnette turned up her nose

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

Lynnette once more stopped before turning back

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

"Who," Lynnette clinched

"The two with de eyes," Cloyse

hard on the floor from fear that

"Who are you and what

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

that painstaking instant. She heard the words coming out of Cloyse's mouth, but she honestly couldn't believe what

don't know you!" She

male, white officer came up behind Cloyse and began to uncuff him from the chair

"No, no, I need to

"Lady, I have to get this guy to a cell, pronto." The officer began dragging Cloyse away.