Dennis Larsen - With Cruel Intent
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- Название:With Cruel Intent
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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.”
“What’s this all about anyway? What are you doing here and ….,” Lester asked, trying to think of a way to get out of this with his life.
“You poor guy, I really do feel bad about this, you’ve been so willing to put yourself out there for us and this is the way we repay you. Must really piss you off!” Felix prodded.
“What do you think, smart ass?”
“Let me just say that you’ve opened the way for me and my friends to be very rich….I like the way that sounds verrryyyy rrrriiicchhh,” he said again, very slowly.
“Asshole, shoot me and get it over with.”
“Not so quick. Aren’t you anxious to meet the lady of the house?” the killer asked.
“She still here? Thought she would be out for the night.”
“You really are clueless aren’t you Lester. Wish I had time to explain it all to you but some other time. Oh wait a minute, you won’t have another time, will you?” and he laughed, mocking him. “Let’s go talk to Bev.”
The two walked up the stairs, Lester leading the way, the 32 pointed at his back. Once in the bedroom Felix turned on the main light, illuminating Beverly sitting up in the bed, a red rubber ball in her mouth attached to a black strap pulled around her head. She was silent, saliva dripped from her chin, a look of wild panic in her eyes. Her hands and feet were bound with plastic, pull-tight strips with a towel between the skin and plastic as not to leave any marks. She grunted ever so softly, trying to get enough air without choking.
“See how I’ve got her all wrapped up for you tonight. Saved you the trouble of doing it yourself. We really did consider bringing you in at one point and letting you ‘off’ the fatty on your own but you were just one more loose end we had to take care of. You know, give us peace of mind so we could sleep better at night. You’ll go to your grave knowing you served a higher purpose.”
“You really are a cold, heartless son of a bitch aren’t you?” Lester asked.
“Yes, I’d have to agree with you there but you left out rich; a rich, cold, heartless son of a bitch. Kind of has a ring to it. What do you think?” He did like to remain upbeat even in the face of crisis.
“Well, Bev dear, I’m going to need your help with this next part. If you’ll cooperate I promise I’ll make it quick for you. Believe me you’ll thank me rather than enduring the opposite.” He looked into her eyes and had a fleeting bit of compassion for the woman that was quickly replaced with dollar signs. No mercy tonight, cold hard cash would rule the day.
“Lester if you would be so kind as to stand just there at the end of the bed. Perfect, I’d hate to have you move around too much. Could get messy if Bev here has to pump the entire clip into you.” He looked back at Bev briefly. “Oh, don’t worry my dear, I’ll help you aim but don’t piss me off or I’ll put the first slug through your scheming little brain. Do you understand?” He looked back at her, she did not move.
Again he said with more authority, “Do you understand Beverly?”
She immediately shook her head in agreement, tears spilling down her face and on the sheets covering her body.
“Fine. Lester, don’t get any stupid ideas, trust me this is not my first ‘outing,’” he said, drawing Lester’s Beretta from his waist with his left hand and leveling it at The Stalker’s head. This could get very messy, very fast, so do as you’re told!”
Lester stood motionless at the end of the bed, the edge of the mattress just above the height of his knee. With all the concentration he could muster he brought his right foot up, bringing his leg to a 90-degree angle, allowing him to almost reach his calf. He stood motionless like that for the time being, confirming that Felix could not see what he was doing. For all visual purposes he was still standing with both feet on the floor, his balance perfect and his concentration precise.
“Okay Bev, this is the tricky part, I’m going to undo your hands but you have to promise me that you will not fight or I’ll drill you with this baby,” he said, still holding the 9mm in his left hand and placing the muzzle against her head.
Laying the 32 cal. aside momentarily, he cut the strap that held her wrists, allowing her hands to spring free and rest in her lap. Felix sat on the bed next to her, wrapped his left arm around her shoulder and aimed Lester’s gun directly at her left temple. With the right, he retrieved the longer, silenced 32, forcing her to bring her hand up to hold the grip on her own pistol. He carefully watched Lester with his peripheral vision while instructing Bev on what he wanted her to do.
“I’m going to hold this for you so you don’t miss and just squeeze off a couple rounds. He’s just a few feet away.” He quickly looked back at Lester to make sure he was not moving. He was not. “Okay, let’s give this a try, shall we gang.”
In that very moment Lester saw it in Bev’s eyes and knew it was now or never. She pushed with all the energy she had, forcing Felix off the mattress, accidentally firing the 32 at Lester standing at the end of the bed. The round found its mark, ripping through his lower right abdomen but blasting cleanly through the flesh, not hitting any bones or vital organs. Felix ripped the pistol away from Bev and in that brief struggle gave Lester the second he needed to respond. Reaching his right calf he slid the pant leg up enough to pull the 7-inch blade from the sheath, which was taped to his calf, handle end down. Felix looked up as Lester released the blade, could see it tumbling toward him but there was no time. He fired a wild shot into the side of the bed then fell back, the hunting knife buried in his skull. It had entered through his right eye, crushed the orbit, and lodged the tip deeply within Felix’s visual cortex at the back of his head. He was dead before he hit the ground.
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