It\u2019s dark. I\u2019m nervous but running on adrenaline. This isn\u2019t my first time, but it\u2019s my first time in Darien. I\u2019ve heard it won\u2019t be the last. We drive slowly through the night. Where to choose? So many beautiful homes. So many luxury cars. I can\u2019t imagine having all these things and not wanting to keep them safe. But their loss is my gain. The first house is dark and quiet. I approach the first car quietly, afraid to set off an alarm when I touch the car door \u2014 what if it is locked? I look back at my friend, behind the wheel of our car. He\u2019s ready to hit the gas if it goes off. But no alarm. No resistance. The door opens easily. There\u2019s a purse on the seat. There\u2019s an iPhone plugged in. No time to take inventory. Only time to take. My friend and I share a look. Go ahead, his eyes urge. Try the next one. So I try the next one. My breathing feels so loud. My heartbeat is thunderous in my ears. Gently, I coax the next car door handle. With ease it is pulled open, but this time, there\u2019s not much inside. I grab a handful of change from the console. Quietly. \u2022\u00a0Open door: Why suspects tell cops thieves target Darien I hand my bounty to my friend in the driver\u2019s seat. \u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d he whispers. \u201cNo,\u201d I whisper. \u201cOne more.\u201dI\u2019ve gotten a taste for it. I\u2019m on the hunt and my prey is too easy. I\u2019m on a high, physical and mental. I am getting brazen. I want more. The next house isn\u2019t as easy. It\u2019s dark, but the car is closer to the back door. I ease this door open. Again, no lock, no alarm. They deserve this, I think. So stupid for leaving their valuables so at risk. The other guys I know were right. Darien is the place to be. This time, I get a purse, and it looks fancy and expensive. And that\u2019s just the outside. Then I see the back door slightly ajar. No way, I think. It can\u2019t be. I look at the door and I look at my friend. He shakes his head \u2014 no, it\u2019s too risky. But it\u2019s too late. I can\u2019t go back now. I leave the purse in the driveway. And I push the back door open. It\u2019s obvious they are home. But they are asleep. The house is silent. I quietly open drawers. I find a laptop, another iPhone. My hands and greed are full. Still, I\u2019m not finished. I\u2019ve got something to feed \u2014 Maybe a debt, or an addiction. Maybe my family. The floor creaks \u2014 and I turn. We are face to face. You and me. Yours is full of fear. Mine is full of anger and resentment. I\u2019m not going to pay the price for your lack of responsibility. You open your mouth to scream for help. My only goal is to silence you. No help. No police. No jail. I have nothing left to lose, you see. The knife is out before you can see it and my hand is over your mouth before you can make a sound. I drive it in quickly and effectively. This isn\u2019t my first time for that, either. I leave you on the floor of your kitchen. Your loss is nothing to me. But I\u2019m sure it is to you. And your children. Or your parents. Your neighbors and your friends. Remember \u2014 your loss is nothing to me. I flip the knife back in itself. I grab the laptop and iPhone. On the way out, I grab the purse on the driveway. Inside I see your keys. The keys you never thought to use. The keys you won\u2019t need anymore. Like your life, I quietly disappear in the night. Until we come back again. What if this was reality? Will you lock your doors now? Or will this have to actually happen before you do?