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"There's the house," said Frank to his partner Moe as they sat in their car (which was parked just across the street from the Nelson house). "1818 Palm Drive ... the Nelson house."
"What's so special about the house?" Moe asked. He was short, pasty-faced with a broken nose, and in his early fifties.
"Does the name 'Major Anthony Nelson' ring any bells?" Frank asked. He was tall, thin, and in his mid-fifties.
This night, both men were wearing black watch caps, black sweaters, black pants, and black boots.
"The astronaut?" Moe exclaimed. "HE ... lives HERE?"
Frank nodded. He then added, "Guy's a celebrity ... he's GOTTA be rakin' in the cash."
"Isn't he married?" Moe asked.
"We meet his wife, we'll take care of her," Frank replied confidently. "What can SHE possibly do to US?"