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.

all over again. "My...my mama said that there were three?" She turned her

"Who were the other two?"

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

"She said there were three of them!" Lynnette sobbed

Glover, please

"But I don't know who the other

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

of them." She whimpered. "She had these brown eyes

his pad, Barron asked,

any other two." Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My mother said that there were

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

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

you something that you won't believe at first,

young woman while not

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

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

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

stated as he shot up from out of his chair and raced towards

men in order to subdue the turmoil, while Lynnette sat

of the room, to her own son; no matter what, the woman could not catch a simple breath. She had

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

"Tea," a

her eyes connected with the man seated only three feet

"What?" She

"I said, tea." The young man in his mime disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking a warm cup of tea will calm

in her seat and wiped

sister, I used to shoot up, too. That is until a good

at the man and arrogantly said, "For you information,

was for the man to stare at Lynnette's

your kid 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

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

"Look at that mess over

Lynnette slightly turned her head to view the carnage that was still taking

to most of them 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 just up and walked away. Next thing I know,

sitting in here and not out there." Lynnette found the

you're right."

body 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 was like

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

"Wait a minute, you've actually seen

what the devil looks like. He

like a poet."

"No, I'm not, I just see people

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

carefully until she came eye to eye with the

if he wanted to reach out for her in

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

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

and more uncomfortable Lynnette became, until after so long she couldn't bear it any longer.

"Hey, what about your missing kid, lady?" The

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

she came closer to the handcuffed man Lynnette couldn't help but to quickly glance at him on her way out

"Lynn!"

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

"Who...who are you?"

chair closer to her, Cloyse gasped, "You are

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

were saturated in sweat, while his bloodshot eyes

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

"Please...let me out

turned up her nose before pulling

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

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

moment before looking back up and saying,

"Who,"

"The two with de eyes," Cloyse

Lynnette's left foot tapped so hard on the floor

"Who are you and what are you talking

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

instant. She heard

you!" She

male, white officer came up behind Cloyse and began

need to speak with

pronto." The officer began dragging Cloyse away.

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