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house was a well-maintained colonial in a sweet neighborhood where the people seemed to genuinely like one another. There was evidence of well-loved children everywhere: Tyco toys, bikes, a basketball net, dueling swings, a makeshift lemonade stand. There was a beautiful garden filled with flowering shrubs. Birds perched on a whimsical weathervane — a witch on a broom — up on the garage roof. That morning you could almost hear the witch’s cackle.
    The Mastermind had told his new crew
what they would find
and
how they should proceed.
Every move was carefully planned and rehearsed.
    The new crew was superior to the Parkers. It had taken half of the money from the Citibank job to interest them, but it was worth it. They called one another Mr. Red, Mr. White, Mr. Blue, and Ms. Green. They had long hair and looked like a heavy metal rock band, but they were an efficient team, very high-tech.
    Mr. Blue was at the First Union branch when it opened in downtown Falls Church. Ms. Green was there with him. They both had semiautomatic weapons in shoulder holsters underneath their windbreakers.
    Mr. Red and Mr. White went to the manager’s house. Katie Bartlett heard the door chimes and thought it was the baby-sitter. When she opened the front door, she turned pale and her legs buckled at the sight of an armed, masked man wearing a headset with a microphone jutting under his chin. Behind him was a second armed man.
    “Back inside! Move it!” Red screamed loudly through his mask. He held his gun inches from her face.
    Red and White herded the mother and her three small children into the family room on the main floor. The room featured a home entertainment center, and a Tae Bo video was playing. A picture window looked out on a small, still lake, but no one could see them unless they had a boat, and there were no boats on the lake that morning.
    “Now, we’re going to make a home movie,” Mr. Red explained to Mrs. Bartlett and the kids. He talked to them in a matter-of-fact, almost friendly way.
    “You don’t have to hurt anyone,” Katie Bartlett told him. “We’ll cooperate with you. Please put the guns away. I beg you.”
    “I hear you, Katie. But we have to show your husband that we’re serious and that I’m actually here in the house with you and the kids.”
    “They’re two, three, and four,” the mother said. She started to cry, but then she seemed to will herself to stop. “They’re just little babies. My babies.”
    Mr. Red slid his gun inside his holster. “There, there. I don’t want to hurt the kids. I promise I don’t.”
    He was pleased with the job so far. Katie seemed smart, and the kids were well behaved. They were a nice family, the Bartletts. Just as the Mastermind had said.
    “I want you to be the one to put this duct tape on the kids’ mouths,” Mr. Red told Katie Bartlett. He handed over a thick roll of tape.
    “They won’t make any noise. I
promise,
” she said. “They’re good kids.”
    Mr. Red felt sorry for her. She was pretty, and an okay lady. He thought of the couple and the kid in the movie
Life Is Beautiful.
Mr. Red spoke directly to the kids. “This is duct tape, and we’re going to play a game with it. It’ll be cool,” he said.
    Two of the kids glared at him, but the three-year-old grinned. “Duck tape?”
    “That’s right. Duck tape.
Quack, quack, quack, quack.
Now Mommy’s going to put the duck tape on everybody’s mouth. Then we make a home movie for Daddy to see how you look.”
    “Then what?” asked Dennis, the four-year-old, who now seemed interested in the game. “We quack up Daddy.”
    Mr. Red laughed. Even Mr. White managed a smirk. The kids were cute. He hoped he wouldn’t have to kill them in a few minutes.

Chapter 16
    SOMEBODY was going to be murdered in just a few minutes. It was 8:12. The Falls Church robbery was on the clock and it couldn’t be stopped.
    Ms. Green had a rapid-fire weapon aimed in the direction of two frightened women tellers;