The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 45

February

"And you say this is where the fire started?" Roy Brickman observed as he stood and studied the burned top of Linus' bureau.

The man scaled his right hand against the scarred wood grain while trying to figure out inside his own head just what sort of incident could have taken place inside his friend's apartment.

"Yep, that's it." Linus, still wearing his sling around his left arm, and clothed in a pair of blue jeans and a sweater came back into the living room with two unopened cans of Lowenbrau in hand.

Roy took the beer and popped open the cap. Linus responded in kind before leaning against his recliner and sipping ever so slowly. Roy took a couple of drags before strolling about the small apartment. "I know you quit smoking years ago, but do you think perhaps you may have left a lighter on the dresser by accident?"

Turning around with a haughty grin, Linus replied, "Roy, it was the fur, plain and simple."

Roy quit walking and faced Linus. "You say fur, but I just don't see fur igniting into flames."

"Yeah, isn't that funny?" Linus callously remarked before sitting himself down in his recliner.

Roy sat himself down on the couch adjacent from Linus and sipped some more on his beer. For a while both men just sat and brooded in complete silence. The fizz from the beer inside the individual cans was the only sounds that were being made. That, along with frequent sighing every so often.

Roy sat and studied Linus who refused to make eye contact with his Captain. He would just sit and caress the tip of his can while his blank eyes were steadily fixated on the dingy carpet. Roy was staring at Linus Bruin, but it was a completely different version of the man; a version that made no sense whatsoever. He could have used and thought of every cliché imaginable to describe the man, from 'empty shell' to 'soulless', but something was terribly amiss with Linus, and Roy felt completely helpless.

"Shirley wanted me to give you her best." Roy suddenly spoke up.

Grinning somewhat, Linus replied in a melancholy mood, "Bless her heart. I actually yelled at her the other day inside Cummins' house. I meant to apologize to her for that."

"Well, you know her; she tends to look the other way in such matters."

"Yeah...yeah she does." Linus drifted away.

Roy watched the man trail off once more before he sat back in his seat and cantankerously grunted, "You know, this is bullshit."

Linus abruptly awoke and asked, "How's that?"

Placing his can down onto the table next to him, Roy firmly stated, "I didn't come over here to sit and listen to the winter wind blow. You and I need to get this out in the open right now."

Linus sat his can down onto the floor before rubbing his broken arm and rolling his eyes. The man kept trying to evade Roy's eyes, but no matter what, Roy was just as persistent.

"Now, you may have dodged O'Dea, but I need to know what exactly happened so we can put an end to this nightmare once and for all." Roy nearly shot up from out of his seat. "I was thinking about calling in a few favors, just like the last time, but unless you give me something tangible to work with involving this incident then my efforts won't be worth a damn."

Linus sat and rubbed his hands together as though they were agitating him. "Do you know that it took hours for me to finally get that man's blood off of my hands and nails? He muttered.

Roy was caught off guard momentarily, as if he too were mesmerized with Linus' hands. "What exactly did O'Dea say to you?"

Sighing, Linus responded, "Do you recall last year when—

"Nope, nope," Roy cut right in. "We're not playing 'Time Machine' here. You're going to face a grand jury!" He raised his voice. "A grand jury that is only going to see you as the bad guy! I need to know what happened inside that house, and I need to know right now!"

"Roy—

"Forget about it, Linus!" Roy got up and began walking back and forth across the carpet. "Why can't you just come right out and say what went on?"

"Because I'm not going to my grave with everyone thinking that I've lost my mind." Linus simply blurted out."

at Linus. His reaction to the man's words would have suggested

"What the hell is that supposed to

are certain occurrences in our lives that...that we hoped to God

you talking about that Charles Manson, bigamist cult

what happened inside that house, and why I had to put that man down? Then here it is. What I experienced back in Cummins' house, and then the Sanders' home was only a

"A prelude to what," Roy stood

down, I never wanted to admit it out loud. Even on my way over to apprehend Mercer that night I felt it. I can't tell you

point. He just stood and watched as Linus stared out the window while blindly telling his ill-fated story.

just sit there inside that car, but I kept on going. I kept on going up the porch steps, inside that house and straight into the bathroom. It was like I was being pulled

speech. But when Linus just suddenly stopped, that was when Roy found it difficult to keep his own body from trembling.

woman's bloody body in arms. God, please be with her

a part, Linus.

"I remember his father walking in and holding his

him so wretched, Linus? After all, he did break your

quiet for almost an entire minute before he

you remember about a guy that nearly killed his fiancée, son and yourself. I'm hearing how sorry you felt for that guy. Hell, if I can't get any information out of

her alone! If

to the side right then and heaved a huge sigh before glancing all over the living room in a hopeless

"You know, I used to think

Suddenly, Roy stopped himself and focused solely on Linus' back which was still pointed at him. At that very second Roy saw

with a dry throat. "You don't wanna be saved. You want to go down. Don't

that response alone gave Roy the visceral impression that something very

you mention his father. That next day he and I sat down and talked. He, much like yourself, just

home, Roy."

Without another word spoken the man walked over, grabbed his trench

yourselves down there at the station." Linus said aloud with his face still out the window. "You've

Linus for about four seconds before the television that was sitting in the middle of the living

Linus remained at the window completely oblivious to the uncanny occurrence that had

still pointed out the window, Linus said, "Don't be alarmed. It's been coming off and on

Roy had not one word to express his unease at that stage. Everything

starts and stops at

victim just before slamming the steel, sliding door shut. Roy was stunned into stillness as the scene vanished right before the

was Linus' backside that was staring right back at him as he walked out the man's door. He couldn't even recall Linus' face without looking at an old picture; just his backside that wouldn't turn away from the

knocked on and carefully

his perfectly clean desk and a blushing Donaldson. "Well, Donaldson, I figured

"I, uh,

Growing a smile, Roy replied, "Well, as you

I can see that." Shirley remarked while gazing around the office's bare walls. "Well, sir, I just wanted to give

small box down onto his desk. Roy glanced up at her before taking the box and opening it to discover

and strangely examining it, Roy

that bullet. It's was first made way back in 1881. And every person that ever owned it has never had to

Roy's face exploded into full red at that very moment. From front to back the man stared at the bullet before placing it back inside

"I don't quite know what

"Just don't use it

Roy subtly joined in on the humor before getting up out of his chair and putting on

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