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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were caked with glitter from the craft store reconnaissance. Bill sat beside her in the van, studying a crayon-drawn map of the suburban backyard. The target was a five-year-old named Tyler, whose parents had rented a bounce house and purchased every toy in a three-county radius. The loot would include remote-control cars, a train set, and something called a slime laboratory that Molly suspected was worth millions on the black market. "Remember, absolutely no witnesses at all," Molly said to Bill. She checked her watch and sighed nervously. Bill nodded, smearing camo paint on his nose. He had loaded the duffel bags with wrapping paper to muffle clinking sounds. The birthday cake was scheduled for three o'clock, which gave them a seventeen-minute window while everyone sang off-key and watched the candles die. Molly had disabled the sprinklers. Bill had bribed the clown with a rubber chicken full of cash. Everything was proceeding according to plan, except for the slight problem that neither of them had ever been invited to a party without a parole officer present. They fist-bumped. The slide whistle blew loudly. "Let's steal some LEGOs very quickly," Bill said to her.