The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

The breathtaking slap of warm, salty water brought a crushed and wounded Lynnette to her senses. With her two swollen eyes the woman tried to look around, but all she could make out in front and from left to right were blurry splotches. The salty water that was splashed into her face began to singe the bloody wounds that lacerated her nearly naked body.

She could feel her arms being restrained from above while her naked feet dangled beneath her. From her head all the way to her toes felt as if she had been beaten with spikes. Every inch of her body was in pain. Her face was a blood soaked mess and her clothes were nearly falling right off of her.

"Good evening, my love." She heard Livingston's voice draw near.

The man was actually standing right in front of her. The sun had gone down for the day, which left the cabin bathing in a subdued warmness from a lantern that was burning within a corner of the room. The crashing waves outside weren't at their highest tide as of yet. They sounded subtle and somewhat at ease still.

"Everyone has gone home for the night." Livingston said as he paced back and forth in front of Lynnette. "You'll have to forgive my friends and their not so delicate approach with you. I had to stop them after a while before they ended up killing you altogether." Livingston then caressed her face. "You're a rugged little thing, aren't you? I can tell that you've been through a lot in your life."

Lynnette couldn't even feel her own tongue or face for that matter. Everything around her was nothing but shapes.

Lifting her chin up, Livingston said, "Yes...you were once a lovely little bird."

"Jose." Lynnette gagged on her own blood.

"Oh, your boyfriend took a nice, long dive in the sea." Livingston plainly remarked. "Did you know that this island is surrounded by sharks? Nurse sharks, bull sharks; there's even been some great white sightings here and there. If that answers your question."

Lynnette shut her eyes and tried not to imagine anymore calamity coming to Jose's already dead body that had been discarded like garbage.

"Don't be too distraught, my love. People vanish around here all the time. One more dead body washing ashore won't exactly put a dent in the economy." Livingston stood back. "Now, my friends and I are very busy men, so I'm going to try and make this as painless as possible for you." He began to speak ever so politely. "We're not here to play a round of the Ministers Cat; rather, I want some information from you. You see, ever since I returned, this American girl has been the talk all over town. And I am just dying to know what makes her so popular."

"I'm nobody." Lynnette struggled to cough.

"Oh, come now, just like the old song goes, everyone is someone." He began to pace all over again. "You have to be someone, Lynnette Glover, from Cypress, Ohio."

Lynnette's eyes could make out the three other men standing at various points in the cabin with their weapons drawn. Though she couldn't focus on their faces, she could tell all the same that they were ready at a moment's notice to carry out any order that Livingston had in mind.

"I want to know why you are here all the way from a place called Ohio. And please don't say for the luxurious beaches."

Lynnette dropped her head in agony at that second and slurred, "I was looking for someone."

"Who might that be?"

Lynnette considered her answer at first. Whether wrong or correct, she realized that whatever she uttered would end up getting her killed.

Poking out his right ear, Livingston said aloud, "Who did you say you were looking for again?"

Lynnette held her breath for as long as she possibly could without losing conciseness. "Just take what you want from me, please." She whispered.

"Besides a tight snatch, what do you have that I want?" Livingston's tenor grew sharp. "You came here searching for someone, and I want to know who that someone is. Because the last time I checked, women from the states don't stay as tourists two and a half months just for the fun of it. Who are you working for? The FBI? CIA?"

"I don't

Philippe shouted. "She

and I know that, but what we don't know is why she is looking for such a man." Livingston said as he once again approached Lynnette face to face. "Tell me something, little girl, did you know that France, even till this

it did months ago inside the

out his name. The dead man's eyes connected with the doctor's before shutting all over again. The doctor once more called out the man's name, and the man opened his eyes and looked at the doctor before he finally bled out, shut his eyes, and eventually died. Thirty seconds, that's how long a

down and picked up a long butcher knife from off the floor. Lynnette started

with true stories." He scraped his chin with the tip of the blade. "I have taken both a woman's heart, and her life before." Livingston then reached into his back pocket and took out

light in order to see her one and

"You wanna see him again? Tell

here for

and began to walk

"I know

that very moment, all four men paused. Livingston turned around and grinned, "We all know what

"No...I know

if a bomb had dropped on every soul inside the cabin. Each of

"Come again?" He continued to

into. Both he, and

what she gwan on about?" One of the other

the man without even looking in his direction. "Just what sort of rubbish

"You

"You know

I know

are you one of Arthur or Demeare's jilted lovers?" Livingston

came after me and my son. They both tried

stood before Lynnette with a refined frown on his blushing face as to

"Who do you work for?" His

told you, I don't work for

do

"They tried to kill us. My fiancé

can't, mon! I can't be here!" Another one of the henchmen began to

"Shut him up!" Livingston screamed

inside the room was as thick as billowing smoke from a blazing inferno. Everyone gathered seemed to be either overwrought or breathless. Lynnette could see Livingston nervously fidgeting with his chin while

"Hey, mon, how she

facing Lynnette once again. "I'm going to entertain this a bit more. If you know about the Bushards, how is it that you are still here to

saw Arthur kill his sister." She strained

stared awkwardly at Lynnette.

"Yes."

"But what about Demarae," Livingston