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Molly adjusted the ski mask over her eyes and checked the duffel bag on the floor. "You sure this is the right place?" she asked, eyeing the bright balloons tied to the fence. "Kids’ party. Balloons. Cake shaped like a dinosaur." Bill didn’t look up from his phone. "Nah, this is it. Address checked out." He pointed to the sign on the porch—*Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy!*—and then to the sliding glass door, which was slightly ajar. "No alarm. Easy entry." Molly groaned. "No alarm? That’s sketchy. Who doesn’t have an alarm these days?" She pulled a pair of black gloves from her pocket and snapped them on. "What if the kid’s in there? What if he’s hiding under the snack table?" Bill stuffed the bag with tools. "It’s a kids’ party. The parents are probably too busy herding toddlers to notice us." He grinned. "And if we see a kid? Distraction protocol." Molly raised an eyebrow. "What, we buy a piñata and swing it at their legs?" "Or we sing ‘Happy Birthday’ real loud and blame the echo." Bill shouldered the bag. "Come on, before the cake’s gone." He stepped toward the door, paused, and turned back. "You bringing the noise-canceling headphones?" Molly patted her ear. "Already on."