The diner's neon sign sputtered, casting a gaudy glow over the greasy booths and sticky tabletops. Molly slid into the corner, tossing her red hair over her shoulder as she shrugged off her leather jacket. Bill, already seated, pushed a cup of lukewarm coffee across the Formica table. "Saw the look on your face last night, Moll," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Knew you were already planning the next score." Molly flashed a sly grin, snagging a sugar packet off the counter. "Let's just say I have a few ideas percolating." Bill raised an eyebrow, drumming his fingers on the table. "You're thinking of hitting the Bar Mitzvah on Saturday?" Molly snorted. "Please. Those brats are going to be swimming in cash. The presents will be nicer than what we could carry. Besides, I'm done with the whole 'we're cousins' cover. It always falls apart after the first round of introductions." Bill chuckled, a deep rumble that sent a ripple through his considerable bulk. "You want to hit the kiddie party at the Children's Museum instead?" "Got it in one." Molly poured sugar into her coffee until it formed a small white mountain, then carefully created a tiny landslide down the rim of the cup. "I scoped it out last week. It's going to be a free-for-all – screaming kids, harried parents, presents galore. We can blend right in." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You want to blend in at a five-year-old's birthday party?" Molly shrugged. "I have a nice dress, a few dolls, and an impressive repertoire of kid-friendly knock-knock jokes. We'll be the most popular adults there." Bill sighed, running a meaty hand over his buzzed scalp. "You're going to get us caught, Moll. We've been partners for six years, and I'm starting to think I should start saying my goodbyes now." "Don't be such a worrier, Bill. We'll be in, we'll be out, we'll be rich." Molly smiled, her green eyes glinting like emeralds in the diner's fluorescent lighting. "It's going to be a blast." Bill shook his head, but his lips twitched into a reluctant grin. "You know I love you, right?" "I love you too, Bill. Now let's get to work."