She was too busy listening to the sounds below. A moment later, she and Libby heard footsteps crunching on gravel, then footsteps on the veranda, then the front door to the house opening, and the sound of the alarm beeping as someone punched in the code. Libby and Bernie looked at each other. “Lucky we went in through the office,” Libby whispered. “I figured it was a two–tiered security system,” Bernie whispered back. “No, you didn’t.” Bernie put her finger to her lips. Now Libby could hear it too. There were footsteps coming up the stairs. “Damn,” Bernie cursed as she shoved the money, jewelry, and gun lying on the bed back into the backpack, while Libby returned the chair under the curtain rod back to where it had been and grabbed the carton the backpack had come in. Then they both ran for the closet. They were trapped. There was nowhere else to go. “Please, don’t come in the bedroom,” Libby prayed. “I wouldn’t count on that if I were you,” Bernie told her.
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