Molly faked a text message on her phone: "Got the delivery guy on the door. Everything's a go" Bill nodded and smiled, but his eyes scrunched up in skepticism. "You expect him to leave?" "I've got a second set of lockpicks in the trunk," Molly said, gesturing to the tiny device in the back of her jacket. "We've used it before. Mostly for, you know, other occasions." She winked at Bill, who raised an eyebrow. Molly rolled her hands together. "We're just like a normal couple, Bill. With a lot of skill and cunning." Bill snorted. "Skill and cunning are the same thing, Molly. What's the plan, then?" Molly pulled out a map of the party spread out on the kitchen table. "We hit the party when the parents are distracted by the onesie parade. That's when we swoop in and, you know, swoop." Bill nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. Molly grinned. "That's brilliance."