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.

over again. "My...my mama

the other two?" She

"Okay, Miss

of them!" Lynnette

"Miss Glover,

"But I don't

own." Barron said. "But in order for us to find your child, I need

as tight as possible. "I know one of them." She

on his pad, Barron asked, "Okay, what about the

don't know of any other two." Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My mother

this woman could be part of a gang?" Barron inquired. "We have been seeing a spike

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

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

the young woman while

but it's

that very moment, a loud commotion erupted from clear on the other side of the area. It was two men wrestling with several police officers on

were doing and directed their attention at the melee which began sprawling

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

numerous officers all descended upon the two unruly men in order

clear on the other side of the room, to her own son; no matter what, the

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 to throw up right on the floor

"Tea," a man's

the man seated only three feet to

"What?" She cleared

his mime disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking

Trying to gather herself, Lynnette sat up in her

up, too. That is until a good friend told me about the wonderful effects

the man and arrogantly

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

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

with his makeup only appeared as a scary clown in her eyes, despite

"Look at that mess over there."

Lynnette slightly turned her head to view the carnage

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

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

"Maybe you're

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

to kill it." Her voice faltered.

a minute, you've actually seen this

then...I know what the devil looks like. He either has fur, or he tells me how fine I

sound like a poet." The mime

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

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

Lynnette studied each person carefully until she came eye to eye

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

attention away from the man, but the more she twisted and squirmed in her seat, that was

least put me in a cell already." The mime grumbled. "I can't take this sitting a second

passed that was the antsier and more uncomfortable Lynnette became, until after so long she couldn't bear it any longer. She got up

kid, lady?" The mime

much anarchy her brain had been reduced to mush. Isaiah was still fresh in

Lynnette couldn't help but to quickly

"Lynn!" Cloyse

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

"Who...who are you?"

Scooting his chair closer to her, Cloyse gasped, "You

he had a disease. "Who are you?"

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

Lynnette could only see a fraught, pathetic man before her who could have been high on the same kinds

"Please...let me out

know you." Lynnette turned up her nose

"I can see in your face dat

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

for a moment before looking back up and

"Who," Lynnette clinched her

"The two with de eyes,"

Lynnette's left foot tapped so hard on the floor from fear that she could hardly

are you

of my life. Dey

instant. She heard

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

do it for you." A male, white officer came up behind

"No, no, I need to speak with him!" Lynnette urged the

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

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