Molly paced back and forth, wringing her hands in front of the fence. Bill leaned against it, studying the space beneath the hedge, trying to get a better angle on the window to the living room. “How long till midnight, Molly?” He asked without looking up. “An hour, at least. Maybe less. I don’t know, I never wear a watch on these jobs.” “Oh really? What if you have to coordinate with…someone over the radio at least?” “I don’t like anybody talking during my heists.” “This isn’t an important one?” “Nope. Couldn’t care less.” “Is this even stealing? It’s more like ‘returning’ a gift.” “Shhh…I can’t take the moral talk right now. It’s too much pressure.” “Just give me the headset for calling Sean and Bill with the lifeline.” “Just give me the key to the car outside. I’ve got this.” He looked at her with a wrinkle of concern. “Nah, Molly. It’s not right. There could be people sick in there.” “Just the good people.”