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"So the party starts at two," Molly said, smoothing out a hand-drawn map on the dashboard. "We go in through the back gate at two-fifteen, when the magician starts his act." "A magician," Bill said. "Classy." "Every kid in that backyard will be watching some bloke pull a rabbit out of a hat. That gives us exactly twelve minutes to hit the present table." "And if someone spots us?" "We're caterers, Bill. That's why you're wearing the apron." Bill looked down at himself. "It says Kiss the Cook." "It was all they had at the thrift shop. Stay focused. The presents will be stacked on a folding table near the bouncy castle. We load them into the laundry bags, hop the fence, and we're gone before anyone notices." "What if there's a piñata situation? Those kids get feral around piñatas." "That's actually our backup distraction. I bought one shaped like a dinosaur. If things go sideways, we crack it open and run." "You're a genius, Molly." "I know. Now remember, no engaging with the children, no eating the cake, and absolutely no going in the bouncy castle." Bill's silence was deeply unconvincing. "Bill." "Fine," he said. "No bouncy castle."