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Molly wiped her hands on her overalls and squinted at the colorful flyer taped to the front door. "You sure this is the one? I don't want to hit a daycare by accident." Bill adjusted his fake mustache and squinted back. "Positive. Single dad, single mother at that, if you catch my drift. He’s working doubles and she’s got two left feet in accounting. No time, no attention. Perfect setup." Molly nudged a half-eaten cupcake wrapper with her boot. "Presents are under the tree, not the fridge. Unless the kids are extra diabolical this year." "Relax, I scoped it," Bill said, tapping his temple. "We go in through the back door—_old_ lock, piece of cake. Distraction? A 'gas leak' called in by yours truly. Mom’ll bolt for the kids, dad’ll bolt for the door. We vacuum up the presents in ninety seconds flat." Molly groaned. "Ninety seconds? You watched Ocean’s Eleven too, didn’t you?" Bill grinned. "Ninety seconds with my way. You’re the lookout, not the getaway driver." She crossed her arms. "Why do I always get the short stick?" "Because you’re the one who steals candy from babies," he shot back, then hesitated. "Metaphorically. Unless you don’t." Molly rolled her eyes. "Meet you back here in ten. And if I see one glitter bomb on that tree, I’m out."