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Molly pressed her ear to the bakery door. “Tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party.” Bill adjusted his tie, which was too shiny to be trustworthy. “Because, darling, the loot is colorful, plentiful, and guarded by a man in a raccoon costume.” “Ah,” Molly said. “Professional security.” “Exactly. Also, nobody expects thieves to be sentimental monsters.” “I’m not sentimental.” “You stole a cupcake from a charity gala and apologized to it.” “That cupcake looked lonely.” Bill lowered his voice. “Focus. The presents are stacked beside the bounce castle.” “Bounce castle?” “Inflatable fortress of opportunity.” Molly grinned. “You do make crime sound festive.” “I contain multitudes.” “What’s the plan?” “We enter as entertainers.” “Entertainers?” “Yes. You bring the accordion.” “I don’t own an accordion.” “You do now. I rented one under an alias.” Molly blinked. “What alias?” “Mr. Fun.” “That’s appalling.” “Thank you. We mingle, distract the parents, and when the magician makes the rabbit appear, we make the presents disappear.” “And if a child asks where the gifts went?” Bill shrugged. “We’ll say they were taken by elves.” Molly laughed. “That is the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” “Which is why it will work.” She slipped on her gloves. “Fine. But if there’s cake, we steal the cake too.” Bill opened the door. “Molly, that’s why I adore you.”