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Molly and Bill crouched in hydrangea bushes outside the Henderson residence, watching a balloon artist twist a long giraffe for trembling six-year-olds. The front door stood open, emitting vanilla frosting and parental dread. Molly adjusted her fingerless gloves and glanced at her partner. "The clown is a cover." Bill nodded, his black beanie pulled low over eyes that had betrayed a casino in Reno. "We steal the presents." Molly tightened her grip on the sack. "No cake." Bill glanced at the clock. "Rapid exit via bounce house?" Molly hissed, "Only if the clown stays." She had learned that lesson in 2019, when a gluten-free cupcake nearly ended her career. They moved with practiced silence, slipping through the pet door Molly unlocked using a credit card found in a lost wallet earlier. The living room was a minefield of crayon drawings and discarded juice boxes. Bill grabbed a glittery gift bag while Molly snatched a boxed robot from the table, both ignoring the low rumble of the bounce house where a toddler shrieked with joy. They reached the kitchen, where chocolate cake sat untouched, and Molly paused to poke the frosting with her pen before vanishing into the hedge maze. The clown never noticed.