"No noise from the house," Sam agreed.
"No matter what happens, you won't hear anything out of the ordinary,
or see anything out of the ordinary. This will seem just like any other
night to you."
Under the influence of the drug, Sam nodded in agreement.
"And you won't remember what I just said. All you'll remember is that I
bummed a light and went on."
Again Sam nodded.
"Well, so long, Sam."
"So long, Ed," said Sam tonelessly.
The same process, with variations, was repeated with the rest of the
guards. When he was finished, Brek fired his gun into the air and
strode boldly up to the front door. He rapped.
"Who is there?" asked a voice from within.
"Ed Calhoun, Boss. We just killed another prowler. You want to take a
look at him?"