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Molly spread the crayon-drawn map across the dashboard and tapped it twice. "The party starts at two. We go in at two fifteen, right when the sugar hits." "Why two fifteen?" Bill asked, squinting at the map. "Because that's when they bring out the cake, Bill. Every kid in that bouncy castle will abandon their posts for a corner piece of sheet cake." "Their posts? They're six-year-olds, Molly." "Six-year-olds with zero loyalty and frosting addiction. That's what makes this window so beautiful." "And the presents?" "Stacked on a folding table by the back fence. I counted fourteen gift bags and at least three that are definitely LEGO." "How do you know they're LEGO?" "I know the shape of a LEGO box the way a jewel thief knows a Tiffany case. Trust me." "What about the parents?" "Half of them will be on their phones. The other half will be arguing about whose kid bit whose kid. Nobody's watching the table." "And our exit?" "Through the side gate. I already loosened the latch on my recon walk yesterday." "You did recon at a children's party?" "I wore a sun hat, Bill. I blended right in." Bill sighed. "This is the lowest we've sunk." "Lowest so far."