The two thieves, Molly and Bill, crouched behind a hedge outside the house of James Madison, the neighborhood party boy. They were dressed in black and had black face paint itself to avoid detection. Bill glanced at Molly, then pressed the walkie-talkie he had been holding to his ear. “Rogers,” he hissed lowly. “This is Rogers. Keep it down,” the other thin-man replied, without even breaking his stride from walking or checking his watch. She shook a loaded pocket-sized gun at him in response. Experience had taught her that he never had a reason to be nervous, he was the best at what they did. And he made sure she knew it as well. “Rogers, I need you to focus on your target. You get all that Rogers?” She asked dryly, tallying her last breaths. “Yup yup,” he replied. “1100 hours, 0329. Molly will be here any moment now.” “I'm getting a vibe. I'm goingin.” Bill hesitated, then pressed the button on his walkie-talkies earpiece. “Rogers backing out… We've got an all-clear channel.” “Bill,” she interrupted, smirking. “Are you honestly going to get us arrested in front of a bunch of kids?” “It's been a long time since we got anything this juicy,” he winked. “I never get enough of this, either. This has been great. A solid night and a great crew." “So, what's your plan, darlin',” he asked with a sly smile. "What's your plan, Darlin'?” She said, her voice a narcotic serenade and her eyes hardened into slits. He raised his eyes to the heavens, sighed, and smiled ruefully. “Then lead the way." “Alright. You handle the watch. I'll work with the staff. Give them the dirt, or we're prepared to hit them up if need be." “Right.” She answered with a sly wink. He was about to walk, when she gently grabbed his arm. “We're all gone until dawn, boys. Nothing can go wrong. Tell your own people - check the presents, and leave the rest alone." Though smart and sneaky, Molly didn’t spend so long in jail – much like the others. Upon having done so, she knew that getting by and blending with the crowd was the best option. Molly was the head of the gang’s lookout to the hustle, while Bill worked for them as their janitor and everyone loved and appreciated him for his abilities. Jim… oh boy, a nasty piece of work. Their next target – got to be worth at least a million in loot. And that didn’t even include the money and jewels normally stuffed away in children’s stockings; present for Jim Madison must have cost at least a hundred thousand. She was stalking down like a cat, while Bill waited for a long time. They apparently had decided to take the presence of an entire space in the parking lot; so that hope had gone by the wayside. She tried to delay for the longest time; and while she was at it, she caught the irksome women’s baker sneaking out into her stall. After that, she entered the party and started scouring the presents on the table; but some of them clearly belonged to Jordan. In the dim light of the bedroom, all the ghosts of her past stormed through heresthe footsteps approaching, the food gone cold afterwards. The truth she dulled with bitterness remained a bitter aftertaste that threatened to make her throw up. Despite it all, Molly continued. She didn't look in the faces, except the kids. She also scared the executioner; they never quite shook the believability. She put a keen eye on the children, a few of them fought with a pal of hers. For a while, it was all very quiet. Molly spotted Bill just in time. He had become distracted again, when he was working as a janitor, but then Molly saw something wrong. He seemed to be staring at something. She moved forward quickly towards where he was standing against shallow air. “Buck up, Bill,” she hissed at the guy who'd never found his father. “Molly? Cousin," Bill staggered, stuttering breath. “Molly's right. Jim got at least a hundred present boxes for his people." She grinned in response. "The sweets themselves, wrapped in a childish loveliness are worth more than the car and the cash." She put on an undeserved manure look and lightened up. In the distance, a scream and a small chuckle reverged, her sister's entrance on the scene. She had John Madison down in gifts on the table for the disintegration that takes Sam to the next level in fame. She could count on Molly any day. In this way, they finished up their criminal activity in relative peace afterwards. Molly still paid in anticipation of a great meal with the “no-way” cop who chased her for fifteen years, and then later was brought home. Bill opened his mouth – saying “OK, Molly, that's it, now let's go!” – and they made eye contact before the two walked away hand in hand, the two lawful ghosts that would resurface in another distraction.