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The warehouse smelled of dust and old rope, the kind of place where bad ideas came to marinate. Molly spread the blueprints across an overturned crate, tracing the layout of the Fenwick estate with a chipped fingernail. Bill leaned over her shoulder, chewing on a toothpick like it owed him money. "So the party's at three," Molly said, "which gives us a ten-minute window when the clown's doing balloon animals and everyone's distracted." "A clown," Bill muttered. "We're getting outsmarted by a man in floppy shoes." "We're not getting outsmarted. We're getting past him." She jabbed the map. "Presents are stacked in the sunroom, guarded by exactly one bored teenager on his phone." Bill scratched his stubble, unconvinced. "It's a seven-year-old's birthday party, Molly. What kind of monsters steal from children?" "The kind who need rent money," she said flatly. "Besides, we'll leave IOU notes. Very classy operation." He sighed, folding his arms. "Fine. But if there's a bouncy castle, I'm testing it first." "Deal," Molly said, rolling up the blueprints with the satisfaction of a woman who'd just convinced her partner to rob a birthday party using logic alone. Outside, the sun was already climbing toward three o'clock, and somewhere, a clown was inflating his first balloon animal.