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.

all over again. "My...my

other

"Okay, Miss Glover, I'm going to need you

them!" Lynnette sobbed loud enough for everyone within

"Miss Glover, please try

"But I don't know who

two sons of my own." Barron said. "But in order for us to find your child, I need for you to settle down and

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.

on his pad, Barron asked,

just it, I don't know of any other two." Lynnette tried to catch her breath. "My mother said that there were three

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

and needed

tell you something that you won't believe at first, but it needs to be said all

Barron sat up close and personal to the young woman while

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

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

and directed their attention at the melee which began sprawling all onto

Barron breathlessly stated as he shot

numerous officers all descended upon the two unruly men in order to subdue the turmoil, while

of her hands trembled 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

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 right on the floor

"Tea," a man's voice

the man seated only three

"What?" She cleared

his mime disguise casually remarked from his chair. "Drinking a

gather herself, Lynnette sat up in

"Believe me, sister, I used to shoot up, too. That is until a good friend told me about the wonderful effects

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

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

your kid is missing, but the last thing you need is to be in here of all places

to look at the man, who with his makeup only appeared as a scary clown in

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

Lynnette slightly turned her head to view the carnage that

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,

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

"Maybe you're right."

in the hopes that her shakes would end, Lynnette watched in silent comfort as the officers eventually brought the two

nothing any of us can do to kill it." Her voice faltered. "I've seen

a minute, you've actually

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

"You sound like a poet."

just see people

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

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

most distressed manner possible, as if he wanted to reach out for her in the worst way, even though he was fifty or so feet apart

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

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

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

"Hey, what about your missing kid, lady?" The mime tossed up

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

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

"Lynn!" Cloyse

Lynnette nearly fell to 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

you?" She fumbled over her

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

only backed away from the feverish man as though he had

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

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

"Please...let me out

you." Lynnette turned up her nose before

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

turning back around and frowning, "Nigga, what

Cloyse dropped his head for a moment before looking back up

"Who," Lynnette clinched

"The two with

so hard on the floor from fear that

you and what

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

gotten any wider than they were at that painstaking instant. She heard

you!"

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

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

pronto." The officer began dragging Cloyse away.