Molly eyed the map spread out on the table, tracing her finger along the route. "First, we hop the fence behind Jack's house. Then up the trellis to the bathroom window." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Jack's house? Isn't this a kid's party we're casing?" "Yes, Bill." Molly sighed. "Imagine: gifts from all the kiddos' friends. Slim-toy rubber stretch figures, manicure kits, ugly barbie dolls. Carting these off will be like Christmas for us." "Right. I'm thinking we grab the presents and book it, so the little munchkins don't spot us." "Exactly." Molly grinned. "If we time it right, we can still make grandma's funeral and cash in the silver. No rest for the wicked, am I right?"