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pulled down his pants. And now he was supposed to feel bad for those dorks? No way. A small smile appeared on his face. This could be great!
    In the OHKAY Plumbing and Heating van, Harry and Marv watched the Murphys pack up their station wagon and drive away. Harry leaned back in his seat.
    "Okay," he said with a satisfied grin. "They're all gone and none of 'em will be back until after Christmas. And the great part is they told me from their own mouths."
    "It's almost too easy," Marv said.
    "Remember the old days?" Harry asked, lighting the butt of a half-smoked cigar. "Everybody stayed home for the holidays."
    "Now it's off to Hawaii, Aspen, Paris," Marv said. "Whatever happened to sittin' around the fireplace with your family, roastin' chestnuts and singin' Christmas carols?"
    "People have become cynical," Harry said, shaking his head. "Everyone's too jaded. It's just another sign of the moral decay of contemporary society."
    "Yeah," Marv nodded. "So Which house you wanna rob first?"

December 22

    Somewhere Over The

    Atlantic

    11 A.M.
    Kate still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Here I am, sitting in first class, she thought. Going on a wonderful family vacation. Why should I feel like this?
    "What is it, honey?" Peter asked.
    "I don't know," Kate said. "I have this terribly anxious feeling."
    "About what?" Peter asked.
    "That we didn't do something," Kate said. "It's just that we left in a hurry." Peter slid his arm around her shoulders and tried to reassure her. "I'm sure we took care of everything."
    "Did I turn off the coffee machine?" Kate asked.
    "I'm almost certain I did," said Peter.
    "And we locked the house?" Kate said.
    "Absolutely."
    "You put the timers on the lights?" Kate asked.
    "Check," said Peter with a smile. "And I closed the garage door."
    "Did we put the answering machine on?" Kate asked.
    "That's it!" Peter said. "Honey, I forgot. But look at it this way. We won't have to listen to all those dumb messages when we get home. And anyone with something important will call again."
    Kate nodded.
    "Do you feel better?" Peter asked. "Now that we know What it is?"
    But Kate shook her head. "That wasn't it."
    "I don't get it," said Peter. "what else could it be?"

December 22

    Oak Park

    11:30 A.M.
    Munching on a bag of popcorn he'd just nuked in the microwave, Kevin stepped back into Buzz's room. This was great, just great! He could get his revenge on everyone. He could do whatever he pleased.
    "Hey, Buzz," he shouted gleefully. "I'm in your room and I:m gonna go through all your private stuff! You better come out and pound me! Nah nah!"
    He knew that Buzz kept a secret suitcase under his bed with all kinds of cool stuff in it. Kevin crawled under and pulled the suitcase out.
    "Oh, cool!" he whispered as he opened it and found a whole mat of firecrackers and a box of BBs. Whoa! Kevin thought. What does Buzz need these for . . . unless he has a BB gun!
    Kevin jumped up and looked around. Their parents didn't allow them to play with guns, but Buzz must've snuck one in. Good old Buzz. Kevin looked up at the bookcases on the wall. A little piece of brown plastic was visible on the highest shelf. Kevin climbed up on his brother's desk to get a better look. There it was! The BB gun and a tin baseball-card box.
    Kevin opened the box. Inside were some $10 and $20 bills.
    "Forget the money," Kevin whispered, closing the box and grabbing the gun. "It's time for target practice!"
    Out in the hall Kevin lined up all of Buzz's sports figurines on the edge of the laundry chute. Then he walked to the opposite wall and picked up the BB gun.
    "For the crime of belonging to my rashy brother and allowing yourself to be displayed in the pigsty he calls his room," Kevin announced. "I sentence you to death by BB wounds and falling all the way down the laundry chute to the creepy basement, where you'll die of massive head injuries."
    Kevin aimed the BB gun at Don Mattingly. POW! Don Mattingly's head flew