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.

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

the other

Reaching his hand out, Barron said, "Okay, Miss Glover, I'm going to need you to

three of them!" Lynnette sobbed

"Miss Glover, please try

"But I don't

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

Writing on his pad, Barron

Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My mother said that there were three of them, but I only know

Barron inquired. "We

few seconds before opening them and exhaling the warm air around her. The words she wanted and needed to say were

calm voice, Lynnette explained, "I'm going to tell you something that you won't believe at first, but it needs to be said

young woman while not batting a

tell you won't sound...real, but it's all I have. These animal killings

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

everyone within the vicinity, from officers to victims and perps, stopped what they were doing and directed their attention at the melee

have to excuse me!" Barron breathlessly stated as he shot up from out of

in order to

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

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 want

a man's voice

eyes connected with the man seated only three

She cleared her

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

up in her seat and wiped her

That is until a good friend told me about

looked at the man and arrogantly

All it took was for the man to stare at Lynnette's scarred up arms for her to turn away

is missing, 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

that mess over there."

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

why I'm here now. No, I take that back," he sniggered. "I'm actually here because I was

here

"Maybe you're right." The man

her cozy chair with her arms wrapped around her body in the hopes that her shakes would end, Lynnette watched in silent comfort as the officers eventually

there, and there's nothing any of us can do to

you've actually seen this animal before?"

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

"You sound like a poet." The

"No, I'm not, I just

The man began 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

eye to eye with the aforementioned bearded, 'black kid' that the

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

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

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

passed that was the antsier and more uncomfortable Lynnette became, until after so long she couldn't

kid, lady?" The mime

Lynnette blew him off as she carried on 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 desired to be away from prowling eyes, officers and

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

"Lynn!" Cloyse

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

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

chair closer to her, Cloyse gasped, "You

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

Cloyse appeared as if he were about to cry. His face and clothes were saturated in sweat, while his bloodshot eyes gave the impression that he hadn't rested in

before her who could have been high on the same kinds of drugs she had been indulging in

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

you." Lynnette turned

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

once more stopped before turning back around and frowning, "Nigga, what are

his head for a moment before looking

"Who," Lynnette clinched her

"The two with de eyes,"

on the

"Who are you and what are

"I too have seen dem. I have seen dem all of my life. Dey are here, in dis city. Dey have come for

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

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

for you." A male, white officer came up

"No, no, I need to speak with him!"

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