Kaycee, also, had finished most of her homework during the week though she left one or two for Sunday evening or perhaps just a few hours before class. She had spent Friday at a hotel party with some fraternity boys she had met in her physics class (looks and brains? Definitely a catch). Her Saturday night, however, was spent scoping out a museum, looking through blueprints, and studying the security system, just like the last four Saturdays that she had devoted to it.
It wasn't about the items she would steal, it wasn't about the money (okay, maybe it was a little bit about the money), it was about pride. That 18 year old Kaycee Evans could break into a highly secured museum and take some of its prized possessions for her own. The thrill of it made her body tingle.
Kaycee was still in her pajamas, an oversized shirt and boxers, as she was flipping through a magazine in the living room. She was laying stomach down on the plush couch, munching on some pita chips with hummus. Kaycee could hear Kylee walking closer toward her, seemingly talking to herself and she didn't bother looking up to see what her twin was up to.