Dennis Larsen - With Cruel Intent

At 5:30 p.m. the charming wise guy parked his car a mile from Bev’s location in the parking lot of a busy restaurant and began the walk to her house. Iggy would soon be on his way to the property near the base and then off for chicken to be enjoyed by the director and his new acquaintance. A college football game was the lure that brought the two 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.