Molly drummed her fingers on the coffee shop table, studying the birthday party invitation she'd swiped from the mailbox. "So the kid's turning six. That means at least thirty presents, minimum." Bill slurped his latte, leaving a foam mustache. "Rich neighborhood like that? We're talking boutique toys, gaming consoles, maybe even a pony." "A pony would be complicated to fence," Molly said, watching a barista trip over nothing. "But I've got a guy who deals in high-end LEGO sets." The coffee shop's bell chimed as Bill leaned forward, lowering his voice. "What's our in? Please tell me we're not dressing as clowns again." Molly's eyes sparkled. "Better. I got us booked as the face-painting team. Kids'll be lined up for butterfly wings while we case the gift table." "Last time you painted faces, that kid looked like a rabid raccoon." "That was art, Bill. Besides, this time I've been practicing." She pulled out her phone, showing him her Pinterest board of face-painting designs. "See? I can almost make a decent unicorn now." "We're gonna get caught," Bill sighed. "But at least we'll go down colorful."