“Okay,” Tony said, “let’s get down to business.” They would all dress in dark clothes and wear knit caps. He laid out three flashlights. “We can’t turn on the lights. The neighbors might see, and they’d be suspicious if they saw the lights on. We’ll have to do this in the dark, with just the flashlights.” Tony then took out three pairs of white surgical gloves. “Make sure you put these on before you leave the car.”

Bags started to get a bit concerned. “What if the neighbors see the flashlights in the house and call the cops?”

“Yeah, and what if your ass falls off?’ Danny said. “We can do this; we just have to use our heads.”

Tony and Danny would drive their pickup, and Bags would bring his beat-up Volkswagen Bug. Most important of all, Tony and Danny would bring the two gym bags sitting in the corner for the cash.

“Okay, we’ll leave at two on the dot, and take two cars over to Chagrin,” Tony whispered in his best conspiratorial voice. “Bags, you park across the street and Danny and me will park in front of the house. When we leave we’ll go in opposite directions, and meet back at your apartment.” As an actual matter of fact, Tony and Danny had decided they would stop at home first, leave some of the cash behind, and then meet up with Bags at his place. However, they didn’t call him “the Bagman” for nothing; Bags had already decided to bring his backpack, so he would get his fair share. By now, he’d spent enough time around the Turner boys to know that honesty was not one of their strengths.

With the plans laid out, they hid everything in the closet, unlocked the door, and played a few hands of poker. Danny made a point of loudly protesting the bad hand he’d been dealt so his parents wouldn’t think anything suspicious was going on. The Monday Night Football game was on and Howard Cosell droned away in the background. It was just a month ago that he was the first to announce John Lennon’s death to the nation. Now the shock was starting to wear off. When Mrs. Turner came down with bowls of potato chips and popcorn, it looked like a typical Monday night. They’re not such bad boys after all, she thought as she headed back upstairs.