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Molly crouched behind the hedges, watching the glittering house where balloons bobbed like nervous spies. “Tell me again why we’re robbing a room full of five-year-olds?” she whispered. Bill adjusted his tie, which was mostly for disguise and partly because he liked the idea of respectability. “Because children are terrible witnesses, and the cake budget means there’s cash somewhere.” “That’s a deeply depressing theory,” Molly said. “It’s also true. We enter through the garden, blend in with the entertainers, and exit with the presents before anyone notices the blue van.” Molly frowned. “You rented a blue van?” “It was the cheapest.” “The cheapest is always a trap.” “The cheapest is also available.” Bill peered at the house. “Do you have the fake clown hats?” “I have the fake clown hats, but I want the record to show I hate every syllable of this plan.” “Excellent. That means you’re focused.” A child’s laugh floated through the window, bright and innocent. Molly swallowed. “Bill, if this goes wrong, I’m blaming your face.” Bill grinned. “Fair. But if it goes right, we’re the most thoughtful thieves in town.” “And the presents?” Molly asked. “Only the unwrapped ones,” Bill said. “We’re thieves, not monsters.”