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The back room of the diner smelled of old grease. Molly spread a crayon-drawn map across the sticky table. “The target is a six-year-old’s birthday. Code name: ‘Sugar Rush.’ The presents will be concentrated here, by the piñata.” Bill sipped his coffee, frowning. “Security?” “One adult, designated ‘Mom.’ Likely distracted by juice spills. Perimeter is a fenced backyard. Guard dog is a shih tzu named Mr. Snuffles.” “We go in disguised,” Bill said. “I’ll be a clown.” “You’re terrified of children.” “It’s a solid cover! You can be the overly enthusiastic aunt.” Molly tapped the map. “Extraction route through the side gate. We load the loot into a stolen minivan.” “What’s the contingency if a kid catches us?” “We say we’re from the birthday present inspection bureau. It’s a government thing.” Bill nodded slowly. “The cake is a potential distraction. I have a weakness for frosting.” “Stay focused, Bill. This is a high-stakes operation. Those Lego sets aren’t going to fence themselves.”