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Molly crouched behind the bounce house, adjusting her cat mask, which she'd bought for four dollars and immediately regretted. Bill was already sweating, though that was typical of Bill, who sweated in mild weather, in air conditioning, and once during a particularly intense nap. The backyard of the Hendersons' mansion was a battlefield of balloons. A clown carved shapes from what appeared to be wet cardboard. Somewhere inside that fortress of sugar and screaming children sat twenty-one wrapped presents, according to Bill's intel, which came from a targeted Facebook scroll. They'd stolen from banks, museums, and one ill-fated attempt at a jewellery store that turned out to be a jewellery museum, where everything was glued down and also guarded. This was different. This was new territory. This was, technically, a felony against a six-year-old. Molly checked her watch. The magician's act started in three minutes, which meant every child in a hundred-foot radius would be hypnotised by doves. Bill gave her the signal, which was a thumbs up that looked more like a nervous spasm. They crept toward the gift table, two grown adults in party hats, moving through balloons like soldiers through a minefield, while a clown behind them slowly turned to watch.