With Cruel Intent (63 page)

men back to Savard’s after looking over

the property and discussing the legal

description and the survey information. It

was plausible and easy to remember for

both men. As he walked, Felix tried to

envision how the events of the night would

go down. He felt for the silencer that Iggy

had purchased online, making sure he had

put it in his suit pocket. His own 9mm

rested against the small of his back, a

constant reminder that he was deadly if

messed with.

In his mind he would arrive at

Bev’s the same way Lester would, over

the back fence, but he would ring the bell

and Lester would use the key. Bev’s house

was on a cul-de-sac, her lot heavily treed,

large, mature oaks and spruces that

reached into the sky and hid her house

from the neighbors. She had homes on

both sides but the drives were 150 feet

apart and the houses barely visible

through the dense trees. He should have no

trouble getting in and out without anyone

seeing him. A rolled up document cover

swung back and forth in his left hand as

his arm swung with his strides. The valid

offer would show that he was there earlier

in the evening, presented the offer, and

then been on his way after he’d serviced

the realtor.

Felix could see the back of the

Davis home from the trees where he stood

hidden from view. A small creek with

only a trickle of water running down it

was between him and the fence. Not yet

dark, but it would be almost impossible to

see him from the house, unless Bev

happened to be looking into her backyard

when he climbed the fence. The mud from

the creek could pose a problem but he

decided he would simply leave his shoes

on her front step.

While Felix contemplated his

options, Lester prepared for his last

‘outing’ in Valdosta, GA. He didn’t know

if it was the fact that it would be his last,

or the small variations in the way tonight

was to be carried out, that had him on

edge. Something just didn’t feel right but

he had taken some precautions just in

case. Normally he would not take the 9mm

with him but it felt appropriate slipped

into the waist of his dark pants. After he

had a chance to get a few hours sleep he

again went over the information and layout

of Beverly’s house. He checked the

location on the map and noted that her

house fell a good two blocks out of the

area they had been working, without an

explanation as to why the deviation. Could

just be his paranoia or that somehow he

felt a noose tightening around him, but then

again it could be nothing at all. The

employers had been right on target before

with their information, except for Katie’s

prosthetic leg.

He would be cutting it close

tonight. The work at Davis’ would have to

be quick, the house torn apart in a matter

of minutes, not hours, allowing him

enough time to get to the library, pick up

Blanche, and be on their way. He didn’t

know how much persuading it would take

to get her to see his vision of their future.

Just in case he was prepared for that as

well. Into the back of the van he put a box

containing the Gulf War costume he had

used before, including the jacket and cane,

along with a canister of ether and wool

cloth. He also put his backpack, with the

essentials, on the floor of the passenger’s

side but didn’t think he would even need it

tonight. He wanted to be in and out as

quickly as possible. No pictures, and was

not even going to bother with paint on the

walls, just a melee of destruction on the

order of a small tornado.

The burglar stood on the landing to

his kitchen area and ran the list of items

through his mind and was about to depart

when he saw the spectacle case on the

table. He’d almost forgotten the key to his

disguise, his father’s glasses, with them in

hand he climbed in the van, put the glasses

on the seat next to him, and pulled out of

the drive headed to Beverly Davis’ home.

Lester left a few minutes earlier than he

normally would, anticipating that he

would need to find an appropriate place to

ditch the van while he did the job.

* * *

Seymour felt uncomfortable with

the gun behind the seat and was somewhat

unsure if he knew how, or had the

capability to use it, if needed, but he’d

rather have it for insurance, just in case. It

was heaven to be back in the library and

doing

something

he

enjoyed.

The

romantically inclined pair hugged when

they were sure no one was watching,

which was difficult considering that the

library was fairly busy for a Thursday

evening. The criminology student got to

work

dealing

with

his

list

of

responsibilities, often taking the time to

walk past the front desk for a quick smile

or wink. It looked like it would be a

normal night at the library with no

surprises. How wrong he would be.

* * *

Felix managed to get across the

little creek without slipping and covering

himself in mud, but his shoes did get

somewhat mucked up and he cussed as the

bottom of his expensive suit was dirtied

as well. Just wasn’t right climbing into

someone’s backyard wearing an Armani

suit. The things he did to keep his

reputation and lifestyle even astonished

him. Once over the fence and without Bev

looking into the yard, shades were drawn

and with no sign of the woman from the

back of the house, he walked around the

side and went to the front door.

The sun was still in the sky but the

trees gave a late dusk feel to the area. He

knocked softly knowing she would be

anxious to see him and near the door. A

short moment later she opened the door

dressed somewhat provocatively and

ready for their rendezvous. Felix stepped

inside pulling her close; kissing her but

not allowing her to put her arms around

him for fear that she would feel the pistol.

He covered, by holding her arms

and

telling

her,

“Business

before

pleasure.”

“Whatever you say sweetie, you’re

driving this train tonight,” she said as she

reached up and pulled a make believe

lever while gyrating her hips -- “Whoo

Whoo”.

Her

Southern

accent

and

movements made him smile but tonight

was a work night and he could not, would

not, be distracted, at least not until he’d

had his way with her. Felix dropped the

rolled up document he held in his hand on

the table and asked her to sit. She did so

taking the document in her hands and

pulling her reading glasses from her purse.

She looked at the details of the offer, the

amounts, the caveats (subject to's) and the

other provisions that Felix had included in

the final draft. She was acceptable to most

and

told

him

she

would

make

arrangements to present the offer to the

seller in the morning and get back to him

and the development group. Felix was

happy with that and informed the train that

the engineer was ready to get things

rolling.

The pair retired to her bedroom, a

room Unger was quite familiar with. The

large king sized bed was already turned

down, soft music played in the background

and the lights were set to invite a romantic

mood. Bev quickly stepped into the

bathroom while Felix took off his suit

jacket and folded the 9mm in the middle of

it, laying the garment on a low lying

dresser at the end of the room. By the time

Bev appeared back at the bathroom door,

Felix stood in his wife beater t-shirt, silky

stretch underwear and socks held up with

sock supports. Didn’t matter to Bev, she

still found him sexy. She pressed herself

up against the door jam and again let out --

“Whoo Whoo.”

The two met at the bed, falling

onto it as their passion consumed them.

Each hungry for the other, both with

different visions of what the future would

hold.

Lester

drove

the

blocks

surrounding the Davis home and was not

satisfied with anything he had found until

he came to a small dirt service road that

led to a utility box with nothing else

around. The walk would be further but it

could not be helped. He would just have

to work that much faster to allow time to

get to the library. He arrived at the back of

Beverly’s house at 7:30 p.m. and stood

approximately where Felix had a short

time before. He waited for the lights to go

out before he ventured forward. Ten

minutes later they did just that.

* * *

Shortly after 7:30 p.m. Deputy

Guest got the phone call she had been

waiting for, the judge indicated that the

request was in order and a search warrant

had been signed for execution the next

morning, early. The Deputy stuck her head

into her bosses office, gave him the good

news before she left for the judges home.

It would be a late night for Natalie, it was

just 'The Wolf' and her holding down the

fort till morning at which time she would

be off, but she was not missing the raid on

the Cummings home. No way in hell

would she miss that opportunity!

* * *

At exactly 8:00 p.m. Lester used

the key provided by Iggy and unlocked the

back door stepping into Beverly’s kitchen.

The entire house was dark, looked like the

information was accurate again. He

relaxed and turned on the handheld LED,

scanned the kitchen, then proceeded into

the hallway.

“Hello Lester,” a calm voice, that

he recognized, called from the darkness of

the living room.

Instinctively he knew running

would mean certain death. “Felix, I’m

guessing.”

“Good call, I knew you’d be right

on time. Ever the professional, huh?”

Felix said, now bathed in light from

Lester’s LED. “Go ahead and turn on the

light switch there to your left but keep

both of your hands where I can see them,”

the mobster instructed. Bev’s small 32

automatic pointed at Lester’s center of

mass, a silencer extended the length of the

barrel. The room suddenly came into

focus as Lester hit the switch. He tossed

the portable to Felix who caught it in his

left and placed it in the chair next to him.

“Thought

something

seemed

different about tonight, should have

listened to my gut.”

“Yes, you should have. Yes

indeed,” Felix confirmed.

“Let’s get rid of the pistol, shall

we? Know you don’t normally like to

carry one, goes against your principles or

something but I get the feeling you must be

packing tonight. Turn around slowly and

let’s see what you’ve got.”

Lester did as he was told, knowing

the man seated before him would not

hesitate to pump a few rounds through him

if he disobeyed. When Felix could see his

back, he told the thief to stop, he stood and

removed the weapon from The Stalker’s

waistline and put it into his own.

“Nice gun, glad you brought your

own so I don’t have to leave mine. I’ll

even bet this one is registered in your

name, isn’t it?” he accused the man of

being stupid in a roundabout way. The

look on Lester’s face gave away that Felix

had been correct. “I knew it. Honest in a

strange kind of way, aren’t you? The

Sheriff will find your own gun in your

cold, dead hand. Works far better for us in

the overall scheme of things.”