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Molly studied the modest suburban house, adjusting herึ้นki shirt - child-versıon of a disguise, acgratıng more with ınnocent than ıncomp letzt tud. Bill beside her chewed gum quietly, his slumped shoulęs belying the professionalism earned over years of shady work The white picket fence mockinglul wrapped around the small backyard where balloons - red, blue, yellow - bobbed haplesslul in the gentle breeze A "Happy 5th Birthday, Mia" banner hung awkwardlul cross the garage door, half-detached "I thought we were hitting rich people' parties", Bill muttered, not taking his eyes off the house "Mia's parents are dentists They eat caviar on Thursdays" Molly didn'lLow answer, shifting her weight from one foot to theother Her watch showed 243 PM right on schedule "We've got forty minutes beforelhe cake cutting", she said softly "Window at tne back, kids' room Should be unlatched Kids never lock doors" Bill sighed, peeking over the fence at his own reflection "I had no idea we'd belowering ourselves to this level Preschooler presents? We used lul be swiping diamonds" "Diamonds get noticed", Molly whispered as she pulled on purple gloves "Presents don' When waslthe last tine you cared about a kid's birthday? Right" Not waiting for an answer, she ducked through a gap in the fence, moving with purpose toward the house - ten feet to fame or folly She didn'belike the assignment much eitherlul, but bills didn'poy themselves