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The air in the van was thick with the smell of stale coffee and poor decisions. Molly traced a finger over the crayon-smeared floor plan. “It’s a seven-year-old’s birthday, Bill. At a ‘Jumping Jungle.’ The security is a clown named Binky and a frazzled mom.” Bill adjusted his black beanie, scowling. “A clown is a wild card. You ever seen what’s under that makeup? Lifetime of pain and poor life choices. And the mom’s the real threat. Sleep-deprived, eyes in the back of her head. Military precision.” “Our exit is the ball pit. We go in as entertainers. You’re still ‘Sparkles the Magician,’ right?” “I hate that name. And my only trick is making things disappear.” He held up a empty hand. “See?” “Perfect. You create a diversion. I’ll handle the presents. The goal is speed. In, grab the haul, out through the rainbow tunnel.” Bill chewed his lip. “What’s the contingency if we get tagged by a toddler?” “We surrender. They’re merciless.” Molly folded the map. “Remember, we’re after the good stuff. Look for the heavy, rectangular boxes. The lightweight, clothes-shaped ones are a decoy.” “This is a new low, Moll.” “It’s a high-stakes, low-security operation. Now, help me with this rainbow wig.”