Dennis Larsen - With Cruel Intent

As the three mulled that over, Jeremy looked around at the setting Iggy had selected for the meeting, reminding him of the place where it all started on that morning his father passed away eight years ago.

“Iggy, you did well, I like this place, another foreclosure?” he asked.

“Yeah, lots of them these days. I knew the place was empty and it’s not listed yet so no one will be around. I was thinking it was kind of like that first place we met years ago.”

“I was thinking the same thing, guess great minds think alike,” Marshall said.

“Okay, you two are we done with the reminiscing and can we get to the work at hand?” an anxious Felix asked.

“Why not, alright then, Felix fill us in on what is happening with our hired help,” the ringleader directed.

Felix filled in the other two on the events of the past couple of days and what he had heard that morning over the scanner. The authorities were in pursuit of a possible assailant that was last seen leaving the area near the assault, on a yellow motorcycle, wearing a matching helmet, painted with flames on the sides; however, they didn’t catch him. Some numb-nuts deputy put his car in the ditch and couldn’t continue the chase. Doesn’t sound like they got a very good look at him though, he’s a cagey one, but he’s getting sloppy, too sloppy for my liking.”

“That’s okay, which actually plays into our needs even better than I would have thought. We need him to just lay low now for a week. Nothing, and I mean nothing. Give him a few extra bucks to maybe leave the area for the week and entertain himself with hookers or whatever he does for fun. We just need to see how the public and authorities deal with this for a few days,” the mastermind instructed the other men.

“I have good news on the sale of that property that was represented by Beverly. It fell through just like you said it would. Wish I could have been there the day she found that out, stupid bitch is getting what she deserves. So I guess that leaves the field wide open for you to step in and sweep her off her feet, eh Felix?” Iggy joked.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little meat on the bones once in awhile Iggy, I would have thought her just your type,” he countered. As far as that goes, I was able to line up a small investor that is interested in taking a look at the property, now that the Okala Group has pulled out. He’s not dying to purchase but has enough interest that I can approach this Ms. Davis and get my foot in the door.”

“Good, real good. I’ve tried to look at this from every possible angle and I think we’re covered. When this thing goes down there will be a shit storm coming at me from every possible direction and I need to know that you guys have got my back. You don’t speak to anybody. You don’t know me. Is that understood? Iggy, we have a very casual, business relationship from years past but we’ve not talked in years. You got that?” he said, looking back and forth at both men.

Iggy and Felix shook their heads in agreement, verbally confirming that they understood, and were in full compliance with Jeremy’s directions.

“You think they’ll figure you were involved somehow?” Felix asked.

“Her lawyers will do anything to collect their fifteen million, so yes, I think they will try to persuade the authorities that I was involved, otherwise, they lose their payday and I end up with the entire estate, less your and Iggy’s share of course.”

“I have a question about that.” Ignatius became very serious.

“Of course,” Jeremy encouraged his ‘friend’ to continue.

“Just how is it that we get paid out? I mean not the little bit you’ve been dishing out till now, I mean the big money, the millions?”

“I know what you are referring to. I’ve set a couple of offshore accounts in countries with no treaty agreements with the US, I will steadily, through a source that you need not concern yourself with, funnel money into those accounts until you have received the amounts we talked about. Some of that money is there today, but I can’t give you access until we finalize this little arrangement.”

“And just how much money was that again?” Felix asked.

“I’ve told you I was not willing to discuss the amount that you are both receiving. Those terms were negotiated separately, Iggy has been involved and working for many more years than yourself, therefore, he is getting paid somewhat more than you but the sums are, at this point, no longer negotiable and confidential, as we agreed.”

“But I’m assuming so much more of the actual risk, if you know what I mean. When you think of it, you’d be nowhere if I hadn’t found our guy and convinced him to come on board,” Felix countered.

“And you are being compensated very handsomely,” Jeremy reminded him.

“Yeah, I guess, but just seems to me that my piece should be bigger. I mean you’re coming out of this with something worth a hundred million bucks.”

“On paper, remember, that’s not cash. If the property doesn’t sell for what we think it’s worth, I may end up with just a very large farm,” Jeremy tried to assure him.

“Okay, I get your point, I was just asking.”

The men continued to nail down some of the logistics that needed to work themselves out over the coming week.

Jeremy summarized before they split up, “Iggy, tell me again, what are you doing this week?”

“I’m getting the information, as I’ve done before, to our guy, The Stalker. The locksmith that has been doing our keys wants more money, but I’ve handled it. He won’t be a problem. He’s been very helpful in providing me with information about possible homes to hit, but he’s got two strikes against him, so he won’t screw with us and risk going back to prison for good. Anyway, I’ll secure a key, photo, and everything else, just like before, so he’s good to go,” Mr. Savard relayed, confident that he had his directions straight.

“That’s right and Felix what do you need to do?”

“I need to hook up with your stepmother and screw her to death,” he said, laughing. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist that one. Guarantee you though that she’d go out with a smile on her face.”

“If it were only that easy, I would have done that myself,” Jeremy said.

All three enjoyed a good laugh, finding the image of such a conclusion to all their hard work rather funny.

“Okay, okay, what do I need to do this week? Okay, I’m going to contact Ms. Davis through her realty company, and let her know I’m representing this little corporation that’s interested in the section out by the base. I think I’m free to schmooze her as I see fit, right?” he said, questioning the direction he was going.

Jeremy nodded his approval.

“Good, then I hook up with the hot librarian and your mom for a menage, phone you to collect my money and life is good. Guess that’s about it,” Felix said, turning his palms up in a sign of completion.

“Felix, you ever think about anything but women?” Iggy asked.

Felix looked up thinking, “Uh, no.”

Jeremy was finally able to get Felix back on topic, and once convinced he understood the plan as well as he and Ignatius, they concluded their meeting with no intention of ever meeting again. Any further contact or correspondence would be done through the online sources, and under new user names, which they would need to create. Jeremy had gone to the trouble of assigning the names, logins and the other information his conspirators would need to complete the online task and prepare for the next round of communications, as needed.

The three agreed that their plans should move ahead as previously discussed and each went their separate way. Iggy to work, Jeremy back to Washington D.C. and Felix Unger — his parents, being fans of the popular television show, could not think of a more appropriate name — was excited about his prospects at Caroline's Bed and Breakfast, so off he drove.