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 Glover, I'm going to

"She said there were three of them!" Lynnette sobbed loud enough for

"Miss Glover, please

"But I don't know who the

in order for us to find your child, I need for you

as tight as possible. "I know one of them." She whimpered. "She had these brown eyes and afro puffs. She was dark skinned. The last time I saw her

pad, Barron asked, "Okay, what about the other

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

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

and needed to say were right there on the very tip of her dry tongue, all she had to do

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

Officer Barron sat up close and personal to the young woman

sound...real, but it's

side of the area. It was two men wrestling with several police

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

"You're gonna have to excuse me!" Barron breathlessly stated as he shot up from

in order to subdue the turmoil, while Lynnette sat by

on her lap as her 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 times she forgot that the boy actually

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 want to throw up

a man's voice suddenly

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

"What?" She

young man in his mime disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking a warm cup

Trying to gather herself, Lynnette sat up in

That is until a good friend told me about the wonderful effects

Lynnette looked at the man and arrogantly said, "For you

All it took was for the man to stare at Lynnette's scarred up

to be in here of all places shaking like

at the man, who with his makeup only appeared as a scary

at that mess over there." He

slightly turned her head to view the carnage that was

walking 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

thing that you're sitting in here and not out

"Maybe you're right." The

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 drowsy eyes it

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

actually seen this animal before?" The

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

"You sound like a

I just see people for who they really

didn't give him the blowjob he

carefully until she came eye to eye

to his chair staring right back at Lynnette in the most distressed manner possible, as if he wanted

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

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

more uncomfortable Lynnette became, until after so long she couldn't bear

kid, lady?" The mime tossed up his hands in

officer after another. At that point, and after so much anarchy her brain had been reduced to

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

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

Scooting his chair closer to her, Cloyse

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

His face and clothes were saturated in sweat, while his bloodshot eyes gave the impression that he hadn't rested

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

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

"I don't know you." Lynnette turned

"I can see in your face dat you have seen

Lynnette once more stopped before turning back around

Cloyse dropped his head for a moment before looking

"Who,"

"The two with de

foot tapped so hard on the floor from fear

"Who are you and what are you

all of my

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 coming

male, white officer came up behind Cloyse and began to uncuff

"No, no, I need to

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

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