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Molly flattened the party invitation against the dashboard, her finger tracing the grinning clown. “We hit the bounce castle at three.” Bill squinted at the suburban house across the street. A piñata hung from the maple like a fleshy piñata, and a mountain of wrapped gifts clustered under a banner reading “HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY, KEVIN.” He adjusted his fake mustache. “The parents look like the type who buy gift receipts.” “Gift receipts are for amateurs,” Molly said. “We need the whole haul. The Lego set alone is worth four hundred on the dark web.” Bill checked his watch, then the sky, then the sandwich he’d packed. “What’s the plan for the kids?” “Cry. Point at the sky. Say a bird stole their dad’s car.” Molly shrugged. “They’re seven. They believe everything.” “And the parents?” “You cause a diversion. I’ll do the lifting.” “What kind of diversion?” Molly grinned. “You tell them you’re a magician and ask for a volunteer. Then you make their toddler disappear.” Bill nodded slowly. “Into the bounce castle.” “Into the bounce castle.” The front door opened. A woman in a party hat stepped out, yelling at a man about the ice cream melting. Molly popped the car door and slipped a ski mask over her face. “Showtime, partner.” Bill sighed. “I never got to eat my sandwich.”