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“Bill, tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party,” Molly whispered, peering through the hedge at the garden full of balloons. “Because,” Bill said, adjusting his gloves, “rich pickings. Every child in there is apparently receiving a mountain of gifts.” “Might be toys,” Molly said. “Could be cash,” Bill said. “At a children’s party?” “It’s a modern world.” Molly watched a clown twist a balloon into a giraffe. “I feel odd about this.” “You felt odd about stealing a wedding cake last month.” “That cake had meaning.” “And we ate it in a van,” Bill said. “Focus. We slip in, blend with the entertainment, and take the presents before anyone notices.” “What are we dressed as?” Bill straightened his rainbow wig. “Magic assistants.” Molly looked down at her sequined cape. “I look like a bankrupt magician.” “Exactly. Unthreatening.” A shriek of laughter rose from the yard as a child opened a gift and discovered a drum kit. Molly blinked. “That’s already too loud to steal.” Bill patted the sack at his feet. “We’re professionals.” “Bill, your sack says HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIAM.” “Then Liam will never suspect us.” The back gate clicked. Molly froze. “Was that security?” Bill grinned. “No. That’s my brother bringing the getaway ice cream truck.” “Mildly reassuring,” Molly said. “Ready?” “No.” “Excellent,” Bill whispered. “That means we’re thinking clearly.”