Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the sticky diner table and tapped her finger on a wobbly circle labeled PREZENTS. Bill squinted at it. "Where did you get this?" "I paid a six-year-old informant two dollars and a fruit roll-up. Kid's got connections." "The spelling concerns me, Molly." "She's in kindergarten, Bill. Focus on the mission." Bill stirred his coffee and sighed. "Okay, walk me through it again. We're really doing this?" "Little Timmy Patterson's seventh birthday party. Saturday at two. His dad runs that hedge fund that foreclosed on my grandmother's bingo hall." "So this is revenge?" "This is justice served with a side of balloon animals." Bill studied the map again. "What's this rectangle by the door?" "Bouncy castle. That's our entry point." "We're going to bounce our way in?" "No, dummy. We use it as cover. Everyone watches the bouncy castle. It's like a magnet for eyeballs. Meanwhile, we slip through the back near the juice box station." "And the presents?" "Stacked on a folding table by the piñata. We grab, we bag, we vanish." Bill leaned back. "What about security?" "There's a golden retriever named Biscuit." "That's it?" "And maybe a clown." "I hate clowns." "Everyone hates clowns, Bill. That's why I packed pepper spray." "You're going to pepper spray a clown at a children's party?" "Only if he gets aggressive. You never know with clowns. They're unpredictable." Bill rubbed his temples. "What's our exit strategy?" "Through the garage. I've already scouted it. They keep it unlocked because Mr. Patterson is too cheap to fix the automatic opener." "And transportation?" "I borrowed my nephew's wagon." "A wagon? For a heist?" "It's a Radio Flyer, Bill. Classic. Inconspicuous. No one suspects the wagon." "I suspect the wagon." "Well, stop. It's a good wagon." Bill drummed his fingers on the table. "What kind of presents are we talking about here?" "Rich kid presents. We're looking at premium Legos, maybe a drone, definitely some video games. I heard someone's bringing a telescope." "A telescope?" "Little Timmy wants to be an astronaut. Too bad his dad wants to be a monster who ruins old ladies' bingo nights." "Your grandmother's really torn up about this, huh?" "She cried into her daubers for three weeks, Bill. Three weeks." "Okay, I'm in. But I want hazard pay for the clown situation." "You'll get an extra juice box." "Make it two." "Deal." Molly folded up the map and tucked it into her jacket. "Oh, and we're wearing disguises." "What kind of disguises?" "Parent casual. Khakis and exhaustion." "I can do exhaustion." "I know you can. That's why I picked you for this job." Bill finished his coffee. "Saturday at two?" "Saturday at two. Don't be late." "I'm never late." "You were late to the aquarium job." "The penguin exhibit closed early. That wasn't my fault." "Sure it wasn't."