The clock in the living room was striking 2 AM when Christopher Young crawled through the dining room window. Chris looked left and right, and landed on his softly padded sneakers. To muffle the noise, Chris had wrapped fleece blankets around his sneakers. It made things much more slippery, so Chris had practiced for hours at home on all kinds of floors. The varnish on the dining room floor provided excellent grip. Something moved, along the side of Chris's vision. He quickly looked, and was relieved to see that it was only a cat. Chris paused for a moment to scratch the cat. And after a couple seconds the cat yawned, and went back to its cat box.
Slowly padding up the stairs, Chris glanced into each bedroom wtih his small pen lite. He knew the family would be out, because they were out of town on a business trip.
Chris gently pushed on the side of each of the framed portraits and paintings in the master bedroom. His thin leather gloves provided excellent sensation. One by one, each of the paintings tipped a little bit to the side. One remained rigid. This one, he pulled along the bottom, and the hinge swung open.
Chris smiled as he pulled off his gloves. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a folded stethoscope. He put the ends in his ears, and reached back into his pocket. This reach brought out a small piece of sandpaper. He absentmindedly looked at the safe while sanding the tips of the fingers on his right hand gently to make them more sensetive.
Chris smiled again as he read the brand name on the safe. Herring Hall Marvin. A quick turn of the dial told him that this was a four number combination -- more dificult than the typical three number combinations that other safes had in this series.
Slowly turning the combination to the right with his right hand, Chris listened intently with the stethescope. As the dial passed the number 31, he heard a tumbler drop. It was very distinctive, the sound of metal clicking on metal. Those old Herring Hall Marvins were wonderful in that regards. they had distinctive fences that a safe cracker could hear with a stethescope.
Chris turned the dial around one more full time, and slowed down well in advance of 31. He heard the tumbler drop again, and smiled. "Thirty one, thirty one, thirty one" he silently breathed inside his head.
Stopping the dial at 31, he slowly turned the dial to the left. He wasn't long to wait, at 54 he heard the distinctive sound again of a tumbler dropping. Second number.
Turning the dial to the rihgt again, he heard a distinctive sound again at
- With a bit smile, Chris turned the dial to the left.
The dial stopped turning completely at 06, and Chris paused to take a big breath. It was almost too easy. But he remembered back all the years of practice he had, and how he had practiced with the fellows in prison, to memorize all this information. when he had gotten out in 48, he immediately headed to the nearest telephone to call Uncle Buck, who had the biggest operation in the state. And many said the most professional operation in the country.
All the months of practicing on safes had paid off. His first score. Chris slowly pulled the opening handle, and opened the door. He reached in his pocket to put away the stethescope, and pulled out his thin black gloves. He lit his penlite. The stack of green money was almost too much to believe. Next to the money was a jewelry box, and a small pistol. Chris checked the chamber and the magazine. And put the pistol in his waist band. He pulled out a black cloth bag, and put the rest of the contents of the safe in his cloth bag.
Chris gently closed the door of the safe, and smiled again. He pulled out a small tobacco tin, and snapped the top off. Inside was a damp towel, with a solvent mixture that he learned about in Uncle Buck's training. He carefully wiped every inch of the safe door, and around the edges of the safe. When he was certain that no fingerprints remained, he gently swung the framed portrait back to the wall.
Softly going down the stairs, Chris shined his penlite into the corner where the cat was. The cat was fast asleep.