"Bill, you ready to go over the plan?" Molly slid into the booth, dropping a folder on the table. "Born ready. What's the score on this one?" "Little Emily Bergman, turning six. Parents went all out—designer toys, gaming systems, maybe even cash." Bill whistled. "At a kiddie party? Times have changed." "Not just any party," Molly tapped the folder. "Carnival theme, twenty children, fifteen adults, three clowns." "Clowns? Nobody said anything about clowns." "Relax. We go in as party entertainers. You'll be the balloon artist." "I can't make balloon animals!" "Just twist something together and call it a giraffe. Kids don't know the difference." "And you?" "Face painter. While I'm decorating little cheeks, I'll scope the gift table." "What's our exit strategy?" "Bathroom window. It faces the back alley where I'll park the van." "Timing?" "We hit during the cake. All eyes on the birthday girl." "Brilliant. One question though." "What?" "Doesn't it feel... wrong? Stealing from kids?" Molly stared at him. "Remember what happened at the casino job?" "Fair point. I'll practice making balloon dogs."