Sometimes we’re not after money. Every now and then we just like to mess with people’s minds. We scout a house and it has to be a nice one, with decor, someplace where the people who live there care about how things look. Then we come back a few times to get a line on their routine, and when we’re sure they’re out we slip inside. We pick the nicest piece of upholstered furniture. A big chair is best. Irene uses her box cutter to slash the seat cushion. Just once. And we don’t leave any other disruption. We don’t take anything. They find the slash whenever they do. It might be a day later. It’s violence without a point or a victim or a context. We like imagining it creeping them out for a long time.