With Intent

by Noel Lipton

Overview

Rob Hidden is not a nice guy. He’s a criminal, and he likes being a criminal. He’s good at it, and he finds that doing bad stuff makes him feel good. One night this heartless villain comes home to his wife, who informs him the police are on his tail. He lashes out at her, and so began a tirade that would lead to abuse, robbery, and murder. It all started when Rob decides to hide out at the home of his friend, Dave Cart.

It appears Dave wasn’t expecting company. Seeing the huge pile of money on his table, Rob decides to do what he does best: steal the money and shoot Dave. Seasoned police officer Morgan Sill is called to the scene, but Rob doesn’t get far before he is spotted. Sill chases him down, forcing Rob to drop the murder weapon—just what the police need to charge Rob and get him to court.

Nothing is simple, though. First, the court must decide if Rob is fit for trial … or if he’s too blatantly crazy to even receive a sentence. Then, there’s the court-appointed slimeball lawyer, Crabtree, who will say anything to keep his client out of jail. Sill is worried that Rob is going to get off without even a slap on the wrist. Is there anything the cops can do to stop him, or will evil prevail in the streets?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781469790862
Publisher:	iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date:	07/11/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	480
File size:	491 KB

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With Intent

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By Noel Lipton

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Noel Lipton
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4697-9084-8

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Chapter One

A city cab was driving down the street, and it turned into a parking lot, stopping in front of an apartment.

Rob opened the car door, and stepped out, he turned around as if someone was looking at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money and handed it to the cab driver, then closed the door. He turned and walked to the apartment door, and took out a set of keys. He picked through them finding the right one. He placed key in the door unlocking it; he opened it and walked in.

Jill was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes. She was small for being seventeen, with long dark hair, down to the small of her back. Hearing someone comes in the front door, she turned her head, seeing Rob. With a disgusted look on her face, she picked up a dishtowel and wiped her hands. She placed the dishtowel on the counter and moved her long brown hair back over her shoulders.

Rob slowly closed the door; he leaned against it with his back and stood there momentarily looking at her, thinking how pretty she was.

Turning toward Rob, leaning up against the counter, Jill said. "There was a cop here looking for you this morning," What kind of trouble are you into this time, Rob?" Turning, she picked up the dishtowel and started drying the dishes.

"Did you clean the apartment?" Rob asked, looking around the room.

Turning her head, she looked at Rob. "Yes, I've been cleaning since I got up this morning, and don't change the subject"

"Nothing that can't be taken care of." Rob said, walking over to the couch to see if Jill had found his 41 Magnum he had taken from his friend, Dave Cart, the day before. Bending over, he found it under the couch. Standing up he turned toward Jill and placed the revolver under his jacket in his belt.

Jill threw the dishtowel down on the counter, looking at Rob, she yelled in a whining voice. "I'm tired of the police coming around every week looking for you. I should have listened to my dad, he said you were no good."

"The hell with your dad!" Rob said, as he moved toward Jill.

"At least my dad doesn't steal for a living." Jill replies. Picking up the dishtowel and backing up toward the kitchen wall. "If I'd known what you were really like, I would have never married you."

"We all know the truth in this marriage, don't we?" Rob said, moving closer to Jill.

With a surprised look on her face. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"The hell you don't." Rob retorts, slapping his hand on the counter. "It's because my dad has money and own's the local grocery store, the biggest one in town isn't it?

"Well you won't get shit. He won't let his bad seed of a son work for him, not in this lifetime?" Walking around the counter where Jill was standing.

Jill put up the dishtowel, with a dish inside it, to cover her face.

Grabbing her arms, he pulled Jill toward him. He backhands her on the side of her face, knocking Jill up against the wall. She dropped the dish, and the dish hit's the floor, breaking it, looking at the dish on the floor, and then looking back at Jill.

"Now see what you've done. You broke the damn dish!" Rob said, as he was pointing toward the dish on the floor, hitting her again.

Placing the dishtowel up to her face she wiped the tears away. With a discussed look on her face and stomping her foot, swinging the dishtowel hitting Rob with it.

"If you ever hit me again I'll call the police!" Jill said, her face red where Rob had hit her. Dropping the dishtowel, placing her hands to her face, and sliding toward the floor, now crying.

Bending over he grabbed her by the shoulders and yelled at her. "You do and I'll kill you...... you arrogant bitch!" Pulling the gun out from the back of his pants, he puts the barrel to her head.

Moving her hands from her face and looking at Rob, she placed her hands up to her face closing her eyes and started to cry even harder, stomping the heels of her feet on the floor.

Rob pulled the trigger there was a click, click, click. Shaking as she was crying, she draws her knees up to her chest.

Standing up Rob was pointing his finger at Jill. "You be here when I get back, if not, I'll look you up and kill you!" Rob turned around going into the bedroom, and then he came back out.

She was standing in the living room with an ashtray in her hand, stomping her foot.

"I'm tired of you hitting me." She said as she raised the ashtray.

Rob ducked as he was moving toward her. Just as he stood up, he saw it coming. He stared to move, "Whap" right between the headlights, he stopped, putting both hands up to his face. "Ooooooh Shit that hurts." Moving his hands away from his face, reaching out to grab Jill. She wasn't there. Rob stood there blinking his eyes, and rubbing his face where the ashtray had hit him.

"Over here you Jack Ass" Jill said, standing up on the couch with a large candle in her hand. Rob turned seeing Jill standing up on the couch with a large candle. She raised it over her head.

"Ooooooh no you don't." As he started to run towards the front door. Getting it open, Rob stopped and stood there. He turned to look at Jill just as the candle flew passed him. Jill jumped off the couch picking up an ashtray.

"Hell, she's mad." Rob yelled.

Running out into the cull de sac into the parking lot by a parked car, Rob turned looking at the apartment door. "Oh Shit, here comes another one." Turning he started to run. He could feel it as it passed over his head, hitting a windshield and cracking it. Rob ran for about a block before he stopped, deciding it would be best if he went over to see his friend Dave.

He walked up to the door, and started knocking.

Opening the door, Dave was standing there in his underwear. "Hell, I was just thinking about the trash, and here you are, come in there's a fresh pot of coffee on."

"So I'm trash now?" Rob said, as he entered the apartment.

"If the shoe fit's." Dave said, as he walked over to his chair.

"I've got some money put together for us to get a large quantity of coke." Dave said as he sat down.

"Well that's good," Rob replied, closing the front door. He went into the kitchen and picked up a coffee cup and poured the coffee into it, he returns with his cup, and sees a large amount of money on the coffee table.

"Where did you get that?" Rob asked as he sat down.

"I've got my sources." Dave said, leaning back in his chair. "Get me a cup of coffee would you."

"Sure." Rob said, getting up and walked towards the kitchen, Rob returned with the cup of coffee and handed the cup to him. Looking around Rob saw that the money was now gone.

"Where's the money?" He said, as he sat down.

"Put it up for now." Dave replied, taking sip of coffee.

"The hell you did, I'll just find it myself." Getting up.

"The hell you are" Dave replied, he placed his hands on the armrest as he started to get up.

Rob raised his leg and kicked out and knocked Dave back into his chair, he pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Dave.

"Where did you find my gun?" Dave asked, with a surprised look on his face.

"Well, stupid," Rob said, as he reached out slapping Dave's face. "In your apartment, where else." Picking up a small pillow from the footstool, he placed it over the mussel of the revolver. Dave leaned forward reaching out for the revolver. Rob pulled the trigger; there was a muffled bang as the revolver fired. Dave grabbed his chest, as he fell back into his chair, almost knocking it over. Placing his hands on the armrest, he pushed trying to get up, groaning as he did, falling back, and slumping to one side.

Rob went into the bedroom and began ransacking and finding nothing. Going to the closet he opened the door and went through everything looking for the money but he couldn't find it. He was pissed off now more than ever. Walking back to where Dave was sitting, he saw him slumped over to one side in his chair with his eyes open, and blood running down from the middle of his chest.

Yelling at him. "Where's the money, you Bastard?" He picked up the small pillow and placed it over the mussel of the revolver; he shoots Dave two more times in the chest.

Pillow stuffing's went flying everywhere. Throwing what was left of the pillow down on the floor, opening the cylinder, he popped out the empties, replacing them with fresh shell's out of his pocket, and placed the revolver behind his back in the belt of his pants. Rob couldn't hear now from the loud noise the gun made when fired. He looked around for Dave's car keys, and found them on the table. He picked them up and went to the front door. He looked out from side to side to see if anyone was around stepping out and closing the door. He walked out to Dave's car hoping that no one heard the gunshots. Stopping by the car to look around, he opens the door and gets in and turns the key. The dash light came on and then he turned the key a little more and there was nothing. "Damned battery is dead." He said, slapping his hand on the steering wheel. He gets out of the car, kicks at the door, banging his shin on the base of the door.

"Shit that was bright." Hopping around holding his leg, he drops his cigarettes. Rob pushed hard on the car door, it didn't latch and bounced back hitting him on the shoulder, almost knocking him over.

"Damn just not my day." Leaving the door open, Rob started walking down to the court house square, stopping every now and then to rub his shin.

As Rob got to the corner of the street, he reached for his cigarettes, but they were not there. Patting his shirt, he said. "Well Damn." Turning he ran back to Dave's car. He went around to the driver's side; they were lying on the ground. Picking them up, placing the cigarettes in his pocket, he turned and started walking back towards town he knew that some people leave their cars running when they run into the stores, Rob hoped he would get lucky and find one. He needed to get out of town fast.

Meanwhile:

Jill picked up the phone and dialed 911

An operator answered, saying, "What is your emergency?"

Every 911 operator has to record the information on a computer readout page as well a tape is made of the recording of the call.

"My husband pointed a gun at my head and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened." Jill said.

"The gun was empty."

"Yes, I think it was." Jill said. "I'm scared."

"What is your address?"

"Sunset Place 5808-A # 24 16th street Terrace, corner of Patton road and sixteenth."

"What is your husband's name?"

"Rob Hidden."

"I'll have a police officer pick Rob up as soon as they can find him, an officer will be there soon to take a statement."

Morgan Still, a big man, six foot, 200 pounds, had been on the police force for twenty-three years. He liked working as a beat cop, knowing almost everyone. He was just leaving the Zarah Mall where he had been checking on a shoplifting suspect when he got a call that Rob Hidden was to be picked up for Felony Assault with a firearm. Picking up his Mike, he answered it. "34."

Dispatch. "Be on the lookout for one Rob Hidden, he is considered to be armed and dangerous."

Pushing the button on his mike. Morgan said. "Received 34 out."

Morgan looked across the square. It was a nice day; few people were in the square since it was after 10 in the morning. Taking hold of his Mike on his shoulder, Morgan called on his radio, as he was looking across the Court House square. "I've got the suspect spotted, he's in the Court House Square, send backup." Morgan started walking towards the square.

Rob was walking along the curbing looking for cars with their engines still running.

Two police units were coming around the courthouse square. Rob stopped, seeing the two police cars. Turning towards Main Street, he started to walk fast. Stopping he looked around seeing Morgan. "Ah damn, not him."

Morgan had arrested Rob before and he knew that he was tough. Rob turned and started towards Broadway, when he felt the gun fall out of his pants. Stopping he saw it lying in the grass, he looked up turning back around and started running, getting almost to the street, when two cop cars pulled up to block his way. Rob stopped momentarily, looking for a way out, like a caged animal. When he heard Morgan behind him, turning his head he looked at Morgan.

"Freeze, you move and I'll shoot." Morgan said. Taking his revolver out if his holster.

Looking at Morgan coming at him with his revolver out, Rob put his hands above his head. The two cops got out of their units revolvers drawn.

Morgan came running up huffing and puffing. "Cuff him, and place him in one of the units," bending over, putting his hands on his knees, to get his breath.

"You all right Morgan?" The young officer asked, putting his hand on Morgan's shoulder.

"Will be, in a moment after I get my breath back, looking up at the young officer.

"Getting to old for this," he looked back at the ground.

"You sure, I could call for an ambulance."

Looking up at the young officer, "Do I look that bad?"

"Yes."

Standing up Morgan turned around, going back to where he thought he saw something fall to the ground. Walking over to where the revolver was lying he pulled a pen from his pocket, and picked it up by the barrel and walked back to the squad cars. He opened the car door, asking Rob,

"This revolver yours?" Spoken while he's looking into the police car. Holding it out in front of him.

Looking up at Morgan with a smirk on his face, Rob said, "You found it, you figure it out."

Morgan stood up placing his left hand on his back, and leaning back, "One of you get an evidence bag and place it over this revolver, careful not to smudge any prints."

One of the young officers started to hand him a bag and Morgan shouted, "No, rookie, put the bag over the weapon and mark it as being in the grass with heavy dew."

"Here," he said, and then remarked, "There is heavy dew in the grass today."

Turning he looked at Rob, "You have a permit for this revolver Rob?"

Rob sat there with a smug look on his face, "Not to bright today are you ... this county doesn't give out permits, besides you ain't got nothing on me, Pig."

"That's OK, I'll be booking you for felony assault."

"That's OK flat foot, I'll be out in the morning," and started laughing at officer Morgan.

The police station was just three blocks from the courthouse square. It took only a couple minutes to arrive. Rob was taken into the booking room. There was an attendant there that gave him jail clothes without asking him what size he took.

Morgan entered the booking room, Rob was looking at the jail clothes, "This jumpsuit won't fit me." Turning, he looked at the jailer, "Hey, you got anything else?"

The jailer looked back at Rob, "Sorry, one size fits all, so put them on and quit your bellyaching."

As Morgan entered, Rob looked over at Morgan, "You ain't got nothing on me, Flat Foot."

Placing his hand on Rob's shoulder squeezing it, Morgan said. "Shut your face."

Letting go of his shoulder Morgan turned walking over to the property room Sergeant.

She was sitting down working on some paper work, looking up, "Morning, Morgan."

"Morning Sergeant." He handed the revolver to the Sergeant - still in its bag.

"This needs to be finger printed."

Getting up she picked up surgical gloves to handle the firearm taking it out of the evidence bag and looked at the Serial Number on the butt plate, she discovered that it was marked Police Range #12.

Turning it towards Morgan, "This is one of the two firearms that were taken from the Police Range."

Leaning on the counter, Morgan said, "Then he'll be charged with felony possession of a firearm." Morgan turned walking back into booking and getting the jailer.

The Jailer looked up from his desk and asked, " What's up Morgan?" He looked over at Rob, standing there putting his jumpsuit on.

"I need to get Rob out of the cell, He needs to be booked on Felony Possession of a firearm."

Getting up and picking up the jail keys, he said. "Let's go."

Morgan was standing in front of the cell door. "Rob front and center."

Getting up from the table where he was playing cards, "What's up. Ass-Hole?"

Opening the cell door, Morgan said, "Booking you for felony possession of a firearm ... that's what's up."

Pointing his finger at Morgan, Rob yelled, "Hey Flat Foot, that's not my gun,"

Morgan turned towards Rob, picking Rob up by the front of his shirt off the floor.

"You call me Officer Morgan," putting him down.

With a smirk on his face, raising his right hand to his forehead Rob said, "Yes Sir, Officer Morgan."

The jailer was standing in front of the camera making out the name card and placing some numbers on it. "Here, take this and stand over there. Look into the camera, turn to your right." Rob turned left. "Your other right." Rob turned the other way. "That's good," after getting him finger printed and his picture taken.

When they were finished Morgan took Rob into the holding cell where thirty other men were being held, some of whom looked like they were mean as hell.

"This is the place to keep your face shut," Morgan said, pushing Rob into the cell and closing the cell door behind him.

Rob turned and looked at Morgan as he left. Turning back, he started walking towards one of the cells, pulling on the front of his uniform. Looking down at it, it was lose, quite lose, not liking the jail clothes he had on because they were too loose, walking over to an empty cell, laying out the mat and lying down, Rob had just closed his eyes.

Tiny looked over at the cell. The other inmates were looking over at the cell not saying a word. "What's this? That's my bunk." Tiny said.

Getting up, Tiny walked over to the cell door and walked in stopping in front of the bunk.

"Hey you, get off of my bunk."

Opening his eyes he looked up seeing this big man looking like a barn door, about 6' 8" 300 hundred pounds, having the face of bull dog.

"Hey this is my bunk." Tiny said. Thumbing his hand. "Get your Ass off."

Looking up with a smirk on his face. Rob said. "Hey this was empty when I got here, besides, I got here first."

(Continues...)

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