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“Bill, tell me you brought the map,” Molly whispered. “I brought the map, the snacks, and three different excuses,” Bill whispered back. “I am a professional.” “Professionals don’t wear clown shoes.” “These are stealth clown shoes.” “Those are clown shoes with the bells cut off.” “Exactly. Silent mode.” “Bill, the party’s in the church hall. There are balloons, streamers, and at least one inflatable unicorn.” “I hate unicorns.” “You hate everything that reminds you of joy.” “That’s because joy is suspicious.” “Focus. We slip in during the magic show, mingle with the parents, and move the presents into the van.” “Easy,” Bill said. “You distract them. I’ll do the lifting.” “With what strength?” “My emotional commitment.” “That’s not a thing.” “It is if you say it confidently.” “Mmm. Fine. But no mistakes. Last time you got caught by a six-year-old with a glitter beard.” “He was very agile.” “He was four.” “He had range.” “Bill.” “Fine. We take the presents, we leave the wrapping paper, we vanish.” “Like ghosts.” “Like responsible ghosts.” “Bill?” “Yeah?” “If you touch the cake, I’ll bury you in the sandbox.” “Noted. Though, for the record, I do think the cake is part of the loot.” “Bill.” “Just saying, Molly. A heist is a heist.” “And this one,” Molly said, grinning, “is going to be wrapped up beautifully.”