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Molly unrolled the blueprint across the sticky diner table, pinning its corners with ketchup bottles and a half-eaten waffle. The schematic showed a suburban backyard rendered in terrifying detail: bouncy castle, piñata trajectory, the strategic placement of a folding table groaning under brightly wrapped loot. She had circled the presents in red marker, then circled the red circles, then, for reasons she could not explain, drawn a small mustache on the clown. Bill sipped his coffee and studied the diagram like a general studying a map of Normandy. The target was a seventh birthday party for one Tobias Hendershot, whose aunt, according to Molly's extensive reconnaissance, had a gambling problem and a habit of wrapping hundred-dollar bills inside Lego sets. There would be cake. There would be chaos. There would, most importantly, be a magician arriving at three, which gave them a forty-five-minute window while every adult pretended to be delighted by disappearing scarves. "We go in dressed as parents," Molly said. Bill frowned at his waffle, considering the moral weight of stealing from a child, then considering the weight of his rent. "I'll bring the minivan," he said, and stabbed the syrup.