They crept up the path, staying in the shadows of the concealing bushes. Molly shifted, her designer heels clicking on the pavement, but Bill waved his hand in disgust and she fixed them into her jacket pockets. "Shhhh," he shushed, eyes wide. "You've gotta be more stealthy than that." "This ain't my beatnik crap, Bill. This is my aim to pull off the biggest heist, and you can't even pull off a good heist as a solo act?" "And yours plan a broken yet?" He clamped his jaw together to cut off another response. "Here's the plan, okay? This is how it goes: we hit the party, steal all the presents. They always put a few high ends under the tree. After we get the heirlooms, we see what else tickles our fancy and it's the last one we go for because in case something goes wrong, no fuss. But I'm seeing I'll have to show you how to start." Molly's eyes slid shut, eyelids fluttering in brimful fury, but she clamped her mouth together and stayed silent. And suddenly the front door of the house swung open. "Shoulda listened to my advice, Bill," Molly hissed, eyes open wide and full of shock.