The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 46

And the rain kept on falling:

David could hear something eerily reminiscent to pebbles pelting the window that was located just three feet to his left.His eyes slowly and achingly opened, but only his left eye appeared to be operational, the right one was completely blacked out.

With his one eye the man feebly peered around what looked to be a hospital room, complete with a television mounted on the wall in front of him, an oxygen tank hanging to his right side and a tube from the machine that was connected to his neck.

David then managed to catch a mere glimpse of his right hand which was bandaged, as well as his left one. He touched all over his face to discover that it as well was layered in what felt like bandages.

"My...my family," he tried so hard to open his mouth and speak.

"Good morning, my friend."

David all of the sudden heard a voice utter inside the room.The besieged man gawked and squirmed all around before his one eye connected with that of a man seated in a chair near the door.

"The name's O'Dea." He sat up in his seat. "The nurses said that you've been calling out for your family ever since you were brought here days ago."

David studied the man ever so diligently, from his white, buttoned down shirt, all the way to his perfectly creased grey slacks. The name was quite familiar, but the person was about as important to him as an alley cat as far as David was concerned.

cool down some, but it's still hotter than hell out there. I love it when the rain falls and it steams off the pavement. Kind of reminds you of some old

up from out of his chair and began just strolling about the room. His presence there, out of nowhere, no less, startled the man just as

the station." O'Dea said. "And you're probably wondering just

or another, his mouth wouldn't or couldn't open. Even feeling his tongue seemed like a strenuous detail. It was like it wasn't even there anymore.

your bulbous nose into something that I think you shouldn't have, my friend. Now look at you, lying here with third degree burns

know more than anything in the world why the man that was so despised back at the station was there in his hospital room of all places. Something was awry, and all the man could do was lie still and listen to the spiteful gentleman blunder

And that situation nearly broke the station and everyone in it. The problem is, Mr. Ortega, is that you dug just a little too deep down the well, and

to funnel back into David's head at that very moment. He remembered trying feverishly to rush his family out of the explosion, but he also recalled the scene inside his

he himself was foraging right into

right in front of David's bed. "I'm quite sure you've heard of Linus Bruin and what took place back in February. Detective Bruin

The more O'Dea spoke the more David wanted to break free of both his bandages and the bed. There was just something about the man that caused David to explode into

jarring inside that house that night. But you, Mr. Ortega, managed to see something yourself

before opening it again to only see a ball

but a nut wasn't one of them." O'Dea said before resuming his pace about the room. "That man walked in on something very, very ugly." O'Dea then happened to turn around to face the television above his head. "Yesterday, one of the Hollis Estates buildings went up in flames. They're

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