right!"
On the TV the gangster stopped shooting.
"Keep the change, you filthy animal," he muttered.
Kevin grabbed the remote. He'd seen enough movies to know what was going to happen next. They were going to show the thin guy's bullet riddled body. He hit the "stop" button just in time, then stood in the middle of the family room, trembling. He looked out the window. It had been gray outside all day, but now it was starting to get dark. All of a sudden he felt very scared and very alone.
Harry and Marv had just finished looting the house next to the McCallisters'. Now they sat in their van, surveying the street. Harry glanced at his wristwatch.
"Check this out," he said. "All these houses have automatic timers to turn on the lights at night even if no one's home. It's time for the Murphys' house to light up."
Across the street the lights in the Murphys' house went on.
"Now doesn't that make you think the Murphys are home?" Marv laughed.
"Here come the McCallisters'," Harry said.
Across the street a few lights went on in Kevin's house.
"Looks like Mr. MeCallister's trying to save on his electric bill," Marv said.
"Don't kid yourself," Harry said. "That's the one, Marv. That's the silver tuna,"
"Oh, yeah?"
"It's loaded," Harry said. "Top-flight goods. Antiques, collectables, objects d'art, VCRs, stereos, TVs. I say we're looking at jewelry, a nice stash of cash, maybe a couple of marketable securities. It's a gem, Marv."
"Then let's rob it," Marv said eagerly.
"Naw, we gotta unload all the stuff we took from the other houses first," said Harry. "We'll come back and hit it later."
December 22
Somewhere Over The
Atlantic
5:30 P.M.
Kate was trying to breathe Steadily and not go completely berserk. The copilot of the plane, a young man who looked barely old enough to shave, was talking to her.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. McCallister," he said. "But we never turn a plane around. Not even for first-class passengers. Besides, we're closer to Paris now than Chicago."
"But my helpless seven-year-old baby isn't in Paris," Kate snapped angrily. "He's all by himself back in Chicago!"
The copilot said he was sorry again and returned to the cockpit. Kate slumped back in her seat and pressed her fingers over her eyes.
"I don't understand it," said Heather. She and Buzz had come up from the coach seats to find out what was going on. "I know I counted eleven kids."
"Listen, everyone," Peter said soothingly. "Kevin's an intelligent boy. He won't do anything stupid."
"He can't even make a sandwich!" Kate cried.
"I read that people can live on water for weeks," said Buzz, trying to be helpful.
"Go away!" Kate screamed at him. The other first-class passengers stared at her, but Kate didn't care. Aunt Leslie put her hand on Kate's shoulder.
"We'll call as soon as we land," she squeaked. "I'm sure everything's okay."
Meanwhile, Uncle Frank took Peter aside.
"Listen," Frank said. "If it'll make you feel any better, I forgot my reading glasses."
Peter stared back at Frank. I can't believe this idiot is my brother, he thought.
December 22
Oak Park
6 P.M.
Harry parked the van in the McCallisters' driveway. Marv reached behind the seat for the crowbar.
"Man, I can taste it," Harry said as he got out. "I'm telling you, Marv, this is the score that's gonna set us up for life."
"How do you want to go in?" Marv asked, tapping the crowbar against his palm.
"Same way as the others," Harry said "All these houses have stairs in the back leading down to the cellar. We go in and out through the cellar. That way no one sees us from the street."
He and Marv headed for the back of the house.
Kevin sat in the study trying to watch TV. Some lights had gone on before. Kevin knew they were connected to the automatic timer his dad had installed. But his father had only hooked the timer up to a few lights and the house seemed dim and spooky. Well, there was an easy way to fix that. Kevin went upstairs and started turning on all the
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