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Molly flattened the blueprint across the hood of Bill's hatchback, holding down the corners with a juice box and a tire iron. "Right," she said. "Operation Birthday Bash. Target arrives at noon. We go in as entertainers." "Entertainers," Bill repeated, tugging at the ruffled collar of his costume. "I'm dressed as a clown, Molly." "So?" "I have a criminal record. Three felonies. And you dressed me as a clown." "It's called hiding in plain sight." "It's called a cry for help." Bill adjusted his red nose. "Remind me why we're robbing a six-year-old?" "Because that six-year-old's father is a hedge fund manager, and according to my sources, little Tyler is getting a solid gold遥控 car—" "A what?" "A gold remote-control car. Worth about forty grand. Plus a signed first edition of some children's book that goes for twelve thousand at auction." Bill whistled. "For a kid who probably eats glue." "He eats the good glue, Bill. Imported." Molly traced the floor plan with one gloved finger. "The presents go in the gazebo at one o'clock. During the magic show, all eyes are on the magician. That's our window." "We don't have a magician." "We do now. You own a top hat." "That doesn't make me a magician." "You made my savings disappear. Close enough." She folded the map. "I handle the gift table. You create a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" "Something big. Something that pulls every parent away from that gazebo." Bill thought for a moment. "I could set off the bounce house." "You mean inflate it?" "I mean the other thing." "No fires, Bill." "A small fire." "No fires." Bill crossed his arms, honking his nose mournfully. "You're no fun." "I'm the fun one. You're the one who wanted to tunnel." "The tunnel would've worked." "It was a garden party, Bill. The presents were outside. You wanted to tunnel to a pile of gifts sitting in plain view." "Traditionalism is the backbone of this profession." Molly rolled down the car window and tossed the tire iron onto the back seat. "Get in the van. The party starts in forty minutes and you still need to learn a magic trick." "I know a magic trick." "Which one?" "I can make a wallet disappear." "Whose wallet?" "Anyone's. Yours, historically." She stared at him. "Give it back." "Give what back?" "Bill." He sighed and produced her wallet from his sleeve with a flourish. "Ta-da." "You see? You're a natural. The kids'll love you." She started the engine. "One more thing. If anything goes wrong, we walk away. No exceptions. I am not getting arrested at a child's birthday party again." "Again?" "Don't ask." "I'm asking." "Bill." "Was it the pony thing?" "It was the pony thing." Bill nodded solemnly, adjusting his wig in the mirror. "In my defense, that pony was asking for it." "Get in the van, Bill." He got in the van.