"Hey, how long were we in there?" asks Nick once they are all in the car.

"I'd say roughly 5 minutes." answers Kurt.

"Hm. Not bad."

"So when's Bobby's deathday going to be?" asks Dale, leaning up from the back seat of the Prius as they drive down the dark, moon-lit street.

Nick squints his eyes at the bright back-light of the stolen phone in his hand. "Well..." he says slowly. "According to this, he is off early tomorrow, then he goes to some chick named Monika's house."

Dale grins, laughing lightly. "That's perfect!" he says. "All we need to do is do a little detective work with Harken and Julia, then we can...You know... Finish what we've started."

"I already have one idea on how to kill Bobby..." says Nick, scratching his chin.

"Yeah? What's that?" asks the younger man.

"Rat poison."

"Ah haa- nice!" says Kurt with a smile.

"Man, this shit is easy!" chimes Dale.

They chortle all the way to Harken's house, then shush each other like children until the car is turned off and the headlights blink out.

"All right, we good?" says Kurt, unbuckling.

"We good." answers Nick, already getting out of the car.

Bobbing his head excitedly, Dale clambers out of the backseat and begins hopping on his toes on the sidewalk. "In and out?" he asks. "Just like last time?"

"Just like last time." agrees Kurt.

"With our luck, we may even be able to get done faster." adds Dale matter-of-factly.

Kurt purses his lips in thought. "We got lucky, Dale. We need to be thorough about this."

But then Nick holds up a hand. "Wait... I think we may need to have a look out."

"A look out?" repeats Kurt.

"Why would we need a look out?" asks Dale. "We know what we're doing. We got this, man!"

"This is Harken we're talking about..." says Nick with an unpleasant expression. "We don't know where the fuck he is right now, and... That scares me."

Dale shrugs. "We didn't know where that Bobby guy was-"

"Actually, I did." interrupts Kurt. "He usually goes to some Russian lady's motel room and buys more coke from her. So we were in the clear."

"How would you come to know that information?" mumbles Dale.

Nick rubs his nose anxiously. "Yeah, and now we're in the dark. I would just really really feel much better about this if someone stayed behind in the car. Please."

Dale nods, his tone sympathetic. "All right, man. All right. I'll do it."

Nick claps him on the back, saying, "Thanks buddy," before running off towards the house.

"Oh, uhh- honk if you see anyone!" shouts Kurt over his shoulder, chasing after the other man.

Dale stands there, then raises up two fingers. "Uhh... Twice?" he asks loudly, hoping they would hear. But neither of them do, so the little man goes back into the car.

They jog around the bushes of the man's yard, then trot their way up the sidewalk to the man's front porch. Like children, they rush to separate windows and begin pressing their faces against it, peering.

"I don't think anyone's in there." says Kurt.

"I definitely think no one's home." agrees Nick.

"Could we crawl through a window...?"

The other man steps back, tilting his head. "No windows seem to be open." he observes quietly. He glances down and sees a rock. "Or better yet..." he bends down and pick it up with a smug expression. He tosses it to Kurt, saying, "This seems easier, huh?"

Kurt points at Nick, grinning. "I like the way you think." He throws back one arm, clenching the rock tighter. "Move!"

"No, don't throw-!" he ducks as the rock is hurtled straight towards him. It beats into the glass, then falls harmlessly to the floor. The sound of something metal twangs against the porch step.

"Holy shit... I broke a rock!" Kurt exclaims with wide eyes.

"Please tell me you realize that was a key," Nick says, bending over and picking it up. The other man mutter something, but Nick ignores him and unlocks the door. They walk inside on their tip-toes, looking around in the very dark, very cramped house. Pictures and sculptures of one common thing is the first thing their eyes adjust to: Cats, cats, cat... Breathing lightly, the two men pass through the entryway, the living room, then the kitchen, before turning down a hallway.

Kurt notices a dim-lit lamp on an end-table and touches it, tilting the shade to look at the bulb.

"What the fuck are you doing...?" asks Nick.

"They really shouldn't keep their lights on... Wastes electricity."

"It's probably a fluoresent bulb," Nick says, his interest catching on. "He's rich enough to have those." He walks over and looks down into the lamp. "Yeah, see?" He points and curves his finger around in the air. "If the bulb is spiraled like that, it means it's fluorescent. Saves energy."

"Hm." Kurt looks away and continues walking.

"I actually have a couple of those in the attic-" says Nick conversationally.

Just then, a shrieking cat launches itself from an unseen bookshelf and lands on Nick shoulder before darting off down another hall.

"God!" pants Nick with a distressed face.

"It's just a cat." assures Kurt softly.

"Out of nowhere!"

"I'm going to go check upstairs." says Kurt, pointing.

"Yeah," Nick follows. "I want to see how my horrible boss sleeps at night."

Kurt smirks. "Who sleeps at night anymore?"

They say nothing for awhile, dragging their feet down hallway after hallway, each one covered in cat pictures.

Screaming at the top of it's lungs, a living cat throws itself across the hallway and vanishes down a corner.

"Oh!" yelps Kurt, jumping back, then he realizes what it was. "Goddamnit!" he exclaims, annoyed. "Jesus, how many cats do they have?"

"Just the one, I think." says Nick.

"Really? Quick little bugger, huh..?" He sees a wedding photo on a table and bends down, lustfully eying the woman. "Heeey-" he purrs. Then he interrupts himself. "Shit, is that Harken's wife?"

"Hey. Do not think like that. You can't steal my boss's wife after we've murdered him- how could you live with that?"

"Mm..." says Kurt with a smile. "Tell you what, I'd like to bend her over a barrel and show her the fifty-states!"

"...you're not making any sense. Come on- let's finish the recon." He turns and goes over to a random door and opens it. "Bingo- bedroom!"

Kurt pushes by. "So this is where the looove happens."

Nick watches him, giving him an odd look. "Why do you always have to say that kind of stuff around me?"

Kurt ignores him and waltzes over to the bed. He fingers the label poking on the end of the mattress.

"Forget about Dale- we need to find something useful; a day-planner, phone contacts, movie-ticket stubs- something!"

Kurt shoves his hand under the mattress, then pulls out a dark brown book. "What about Harken's diary?"

"That could work."