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Molly crouched behind the hydrangeas, binoculars pressed to her face, while Bill studied a laminated map of the backyard. "Two bounce houses," she whispered. "They're expecting trouble." The target sat forty feet away: a folding table groaning beneath wrapping paper, past the lawn flamingos, the retriever, and a donkey piñata swinging from the oak. Beyond it, a clown twisted balloons with the cold precision of a man defusing a bomb. Bill tapped the map. "Three dads on the grill," he murmured. "One granny. Eyes everywhere." They had robbed banks, museums, once an entire yacht. Nothing prepared Bill for a six-year-old's party. The children were wildcards: fast, shrieking, drawn to shiny objects like tiny alarms with legs. "Presents first," Molly hissed. "Stop casing the piñata." She adjusted her earpiece, which was actually a plastic butterfly clip from the dollar store. The plan was simple: during the clown's juggling routine, every eye would follow the flying pins. Molly would hit the table. Bill would cut down the piñata. A delighted scream split the air. The juggling had begun. Forty little heads turned as one toward the spectacle. Two shadows darted across the lawn, low and silent—until Bill stepped in the kiddie pool.