Molly traced her finger along the blueprint, her eyes narrowing with concentration. Bill leaned against the wall, twirling a lockpick between his fingers. "So you're telling me we're actually going to rob a six-year-old's birthday party?" Bill asked, one eyebrow raised. Molly rolled her eyes. "Not just any birthday party. This is the Hartwell kid. His parents are loaded, and those presents are worth a fortune." "We're stealing from children," Bill muttered. "This feels like a new low." "A low that pays fifty grand," Molly countered. "Those wrapped packages are basically calling our names." Bill sighed. "How are we getting past the parents?" "Bouncy castle distraction," Molly said, tapping the diagram. "I'll dress as a party clown. You'll be the backup entertainment—magician or something." "I don't do magic," Bill protested. "You do now," Molly grinned. "And while everyone's watching you make balloon animals, I'll be loading up our getaway van with presents." Bill shook his head. "This is insane." "Welcome to the big leagues," Molly winked. "Now, let's go shopping for a clown costume."