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.”
“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.
