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The storage room behind Funtime Frankie's Party Palace smelled like discount cake frosting and broken dreams. Molly spread the hand-drawn floor plan across a cardboard box, weighing down the corners with a juice box and somebody's lost retainer she absolutely should not have touched. Bill stood beside her, wearing a mustache disguise that fooled absolutely nobody, least of all himself. The birthday party was in full swing next door. Seventeen children screaming at a magician who had clearly made better life choices than either of them. The presents table sat near the emergency exit, groaning under the weight of approximately forty boxes wrapped in dinosaur and princess paper. Molly had counted them twice during reconnaissance, disguised as a balloon delivery woman. Bill shifted nervously from foot to foot, his mustache sliding slowly toward his chin like a sleeping caterpillar. "Ready?" Molly whispered. "No," Bill said. She appreciated his honesty. Neither was she. The plan had seventeen steps, and step four involved befriending the party clown, which she considered the most dangerous component of any operation she had ever attempted in twelve years of moderately successful criminal activity. She rolled up the floor plan anyway.