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Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the hood of their dented minivan, weighing down one corner with a half-eaten burrito. The blueprint, if you could call crayon on construction paper that, showed the layout of the Henderson house in disturbing detail. She had spent three days befriending a six-year-old at the playground to get this intelligence, which she considered her finest undercover work to date. Bill squinted at the map, turning it sideways, then upside down. "That's either a swimming pool or a very large dog," he said. "It's the bounce house, you absolute walnut," Molly snapped. She tapped the garage entry point with a chewed fingernail. The party was scheduled for Saturday at two. They would arrive at one-thirty disguised as clowns, which Bill had protested on moral grounds, claiming clowns had enough reputational problems already. Molly had overruled him. Nobody questions a clown carrying oversized bags. It was practically expected. The present table, according to her tiny informant, would be positioned near the back door. Easy access. Quick exit. The only real obstacle was a golden retriever named Captain Sprinkles who apparently bit strangers. "We'll need extra cheese," Bill said gravely. Molly nodded slowly. They always needed cheese.