The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

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."

reaction to the man's words

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

lives that...that we hoped

that Charles Manson, bigamist cult you and Fitzpatrick busted

that house, and why I had to put that man down? Then here it is. What I experienced back in Cummins'

"A prelude to what," Roy stood

entire day was leading to something. But deep down, I never wanted to admit it out loud. Even on my way over to apprehend Mercer that

to move at that point. He just stood and watched as Linus stared out the window while blindly telling his ill-fated story. Something wanted him

to just sit there inside that car, but I kept on going. I kept

Roy expected Linus to continue, after all, there was not a single pause or stutter in his speech. But when Linus just suddenly stopped, that was when Roy found it difficult to keep his own body from trembling. Linus was at the very foot of revelation, and yet, both

remember holding that woman's bloody body in arms. God, please be with

"You're skipping a part, Linus.

blame Fitz. Don't even blame Isaac Mercer. That poor, ungodly kid." Linus' voice softened. "I remember his father walking in and holding his dead

"What made him so wretched, Linus? After all, he

quiet for almost

from you is what you remember about a guy that nearly killed his fiancée, son and yourself. I'm hearing how sorry you

firmly remarked, "Leave her alone! If you cherish me, then you'll leave

huge sigh before glancing all over

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 something that he himself had never seen before. It just flashed into his sight like a bright

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

gave Roy the visceral impression that something very vital

down and talked. He, much like yourself, just wasn't there." Roy explained. "But that

"Go home, Roy." Linus eventually

that, every last bit of will power Roy may have possessed at one time had all but been exhausted. Without another word spoken the man walked over, grabbed his trench coat from off the coat hanger and

"Make sure to arm yourselves down there at the station." Linus said aloud with his face still out the window. "You've got a long

Roy stood and studied Linus for about four seconds before the television that was sitting in the middle of the living room floor

step backwards and eyed the contraption that was showing 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.' Linus remained at the window completely

been coming off and on all by itself for the past

unease at that stage. Everything had just come

and stops at that one particular scene as well." Linus

the television right when the killer snatched his victim just before slamming the steel, sliding door shut. Roy

to the present while seated comfortably in his wonky wooden chair that overlooked the overcast Downtown Cypress scenery. The last thing that sat and festered inside Roy's memory 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;

Shirley Donaldson knocked on

desk and a blushing Donaldson. "Well, Donaldson, I figured you would be home by now." He cleared

uh, I

as you can see, I'm all packed

see that." Shirley remarked while gazing around the office's bare walls.

Roy sat and watched as the woman placed a small box down onto his desk. Roy glanced up at her before taking the

Taking the bullet out and strangely examining

It's was first made way back in 1881. And every person that ever owned

full red at that very moment. From front to back the man stared at the

Roy said, "I don't quite know what to say,

on beaming. "Just don't use it in one place." She then laughed out

the humor before getting up out of his chair and putting