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Molly spread the hand-drawn map across the hood of their dented sedan. “The target is the Henderson backyard. Saturday, three PM.” Bill adjusted his binoculars, trained on a house festooned with balloons. “Security?” “One hyped-up clown named Bubbles, and a perimeter of sugared-up six-year-olds. Our window is during the piñata frenzy.” “Extraction?” “We go in as caterers. The van’s outside. You create a diversion.” “What kind of diversion?” “Tell the kids the ice cream truck is leaving. They’ll swarm. I’ll grab the loot from the gift table. In and out in ninety seconds.” Bill scratched his chin. “The payload? Action figures? Plastic jewelry?” “And cold, hard cash from Grandma’s cards. It’s a score, Bill.” “Feels low.” “It’s a children’s party, not the Crown Jewels. You want the tiara from the birthday girl, too?” “If it’s plastic and sparkly, it’s going in the bag.”