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Molly crouched behind the bakery van, peering at the rainbow balloon arch wavering over the garden gate. Inside, the children’s party buzzed with shrieks, sugar, and the kind of careless joy that made burglary feel almost rude. Almost. Bill unfolded a crinkled map of the house, though it had been drawn on the back of a takeaway receipt and mostly featured questionable arrows. “Easy,” Bill whispered. “We blend in.” “With what?” Molly asked. “Your face?” He adjusted his fake mustache, which had already surrendered at the corners. “I can be charming.” “You can be presentable if the moon is in the right quadrant.” From the marquee came the sound of a game host shouting, “Pin the tail on the dinosaur!” followed by a crash and delighted applause. Molly smiled despite herself. The presents were stacked in the conservatory, glittering beneath curling ribbons and a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAX. “That’s the mother lode,” she said. “One clean sweep, no tears.” Bill nodded solemnly. “What about the cake?” Molly stared at him. “What? I’m not a monster,” he said. “Just a thief.” She checked the kitchen window. “Fine. We take the gifts, leave the cake, and for once in your miserable career, don’t talk to anyone.” Bill straightened his tie. “Molly, darling, I was born for parties.” “Then try not to be the reason this one ends with police and pony rides.”