They parked the Westwind as far as possible from the golden glow of the 
powerful lamps that bathed the street in lights, hustled out of the car, and up 
to the back door of the house. Eddy pulled out a security kit and used the 
skills he’d picked up over the years to open the door in mere minutes. Good, but
not as good as some of the young gutterpunks Billy could hire off the street. 
Expecting praise, Eddy turned to look up at Peter, a huge grin on his twitching 
face. "Good work," Peter said. "You’re still the best. Now get down the street,
out of sight, and wait for me there."