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The warehouse was drafty, smelling of diesel and desperation. Molly tapped the blueprints with a manicured finger. “Alright. The birthday brat—Timmy—turns seven at two PM. That’s our window.” Bill stared, a sausage halfway to his mouth. “We’re hitting a kiddie party? For a pile of Legos and a probably-drooled-on teddy bear?” “It’s the Henderson job. That ‘teddy bear’ is a limited-edition Steiff bear worth five grand. The ‘Legos’ are a solid gold vintage castle set. Their security is complacent, sentimental. The dad’s a collector. This is a goldmine wrapped in wrapping paper.” Bill chewed thoughtfully. “What’s the play? I’m not going as a clown, Moll. I’ve got a reputation.” “You’re the distractingly bad magician. I’ll be the disgruntled caterer. You cause a scene with a poorly executed dove trick—” “Hey!” “—while I load the gift table into a rental stroller. We’re in and out during the piñata chaos. They’ll blame a sugar-crazed six-year-old.” Bill sighed, looking at his reflection in a polished wrench. “A magician. Fine. But if I have to say ‘abracadabra,’ I want a bigger cut.”