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off and his body fell into the chute. POW! POW! He got Magic Johnson in the knee and shoulder. POW! Joe Montana sustained a severe stomach wound.
    "This is the life," Kevin said with a smile.

    * * *
    Two houses away Harry and Marv carried armloads of stolen goods to their van.
    "It was nice of these People to give their Christmas gifts before they went away," Marv said as he carried a brand-new Sony Trinitron TV set.
    "Yeah," said Harry, who was carrying a Panasonic laser disc player. "Real considerate."
    "So you want to get the house next door?" Marv asked.
    "Naw," said Harry. "All this work makes me hungry. Let's break for lunch and hit it this afternoon."

December 22

    Somewhere Over The

    Atlantic

    3 P.M.
    "Honey, you have to calm down," Peter said softly. "You're driving yourself crazy with worry over nothing."
    "It's killing me, Peter." Kate was wracked with anxiety. She'd never felt this way before. All around her seat were little pieces of napkin she'd nervously torn up.
    "But we've been over and over it," Peter said. "Everything's fine. We're here. The kids are here—"
    Kate's eyes went wide. She jumped up and dashed through the curtain into the coach section.
    "Kate, wait!" Peter followed her. "What's wrong?" Kate stared at the rows of passengers. The plane was full and most of them were reading or sleeping, but a few stared back at her. Kate searched for a familiar face and saw Megan.
    "Megan, where's Kevin?"
    "Uh, I think he's sitting over there," said Megan. "No, maybe he's behind me."
    Kate moved down the aisle, staring at the faces, Fuller, Sondra, Jeff . . . but no Kevin.
    "Heather!"
    Startled, Heather looked up from a magazine. "Yes?"
    "Where's Kevin?" Kate gasped.
    "Uh, uh," Heather looked around. "I don't know."
    In no time Kate had worked her way to the smoking section. Kevin wouldn't be back here, would he? She didn't see him anywhere.
    Kate reached the back of the plane. All the bathrooms said "Unoccupied," but she checked them anyway. They were empty.
    "Oh, no!" she gasped. "Oh, no!"
    A stewardess in the rear galley scowled at her. "Can I help you?" she asked.
    Suddenly the words burst out of Kate's mouth. " STOP THE PLANE! "

December 22

    Oak Park

    4:30 P.M.
    Twelve dead sports figurines lay in a laundry basket in the basement. Kevin was in the family room watching the tape Uncle Frank wouldn't let him watch last night. A half-gallon container of chocolate fudge swirl was sitting on the coffee table, the ice cream inside slowly melting. Kevin dipped his spoon into it. He liked his ice cream soft.
    On the TV a big gangster with scars on his face was standing in an apartment, talking through a door.
    "Who is it?" the gangster asked.
    "It's me, Snakes," someone answered. "I got the stuff."
    "Leave it on the doorstep and get outa here," the gangster snapped.
    "All right Johnny. But what about my money?" the guy on the other side of the door asked.
    "What money?" the gangster snarled.
    "Acey said you'd have some dough for me."
    "Is that a fact?" asked the gangster, picking up a machine gun. "How much do I owe you?"
    Kevin hit the "hold" button on the remote and had another spoonful of ice Cream. This movie wasn't so scary. Uncle Frank was just dumb.
    "Hey, Uncle Frank!" Kevin shouted happily. "Hey, the rest of you guys! I'm watching rubbish and eating junk! You better stop me! Nah, nah!"
    Kevin hit the "play" button. The gangster opened the door and a thin baby-faced guy stepped nervously into the apartment. The gangster leaned close to the thin guy. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes," the gangster sneered. "I'm gonna give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow, no-good face off my property before I pump you fulla lead."
    "Awright, Johnny. I'm sorry. I'm goin'," the thin guy gasped, backing away.
    "One, two . . . ten!" the gangster snarled.
    The next thing Kevin knew, the gangster started firing. Kevin's jaw dropped.
    "That's not fair!" Kevin shouted at the TV. "He didn't count