The hired help had already cleared the crowd for the piñata demonstration, leaving behind a sea of crying kids and one frazzled party host. Molly adjusted her balaclava, eyes scanning the tables for the mother lode. She spotted the epicentre of gift-giving glory: a short stack of neatly wrapped presents, each one promising untold riches to the eyes of a delighted child. Bill slid alongside, a donut crumbs-strewn messenger bag slung low on his hip. "You get the tags, I'll grab the security cameras." Molly nodded, already snipping the yarn tied around the first gift. "Easy credit, you'd think. Hot wheels and toddlers, a lethal combination." Bill stopped in front of a locked storage cabinet. "Someone's gotten lucky. Must've seen a National Treasure episode." Molly handed him the camera's connectivity cord. "Kid-proof..." She raised an eyebrow as Bill started prying open the cabinet. "Nothing says 'invincible' like over-boiled sweets and an insurance-now pitch to parents." A camera ripped free, tearing its wire connections. Bill swore softly. If Schaper distracted long enough, they'd be out of there before industrious toddlers redeployed.