When night fell, the boys got up and crept across the hall to Max's room. Zack turned to face Matthew and held out his hand. Matthew gave him the extra key he snagged from the front desk.

  With a light click, Zack slowly opened the door, with Matthew right behind him.

  They noticed the boy was sleeping by himself in that room.

  Perfect, Zack thought.

  Matthew looked at the shining silver necklace that lay on Max's bedside. Zack looked over his shoulder to make sure someone wasn't there. As Matthew attempted to grab the necklace, a hand shot out and clutched it, making Matthew jump.

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  An awakened Max shot up and looked from him to Zack with confusion and fury. "How in the FUCK did you get here?"

  Zack folded his arms. "It doesn't matter, we NEED that necklace!"

  Max chuckled. "You just can't seem to quit, can you?"

  Zack noticed out of the corner of his eye, that Matthew was creeping closer to take the chain, but Max held it back from him. Suddenly, it slipped from his grasp, and fell out the open window into the streets below.

  "Oh shit!" Max exclaimed. Matthew gasped and Zack, who was now enraged, lunged himself at Max. Zack pushed the drunken boy against the wall.

  "Alright, alright, fine! You win! The necklace is yours anyway...." Max looked out the window, even Zack and Matthew looked out, and noticed that a thief picked it up and took off running.

  "SHIT!" Matthew shouted.

  "Shhh!" Both Max and Zack demanded.

  Matthew growled and kicked Max, making the boy grunt. "You stupid piece of shit! This is all your fault! Now I can't get it back!"