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The van smelled of greasepaint and bad decisions. Bill adjusted the fake clown nose. "Remind me again why we're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party," Bill said. "Because you said no more banks," Molly said. "And the Diamond Exchange has cameras now." "I said no more banks. I didn't say let's become monsters who steal a pony-themed jump rope." "It's not just a jump rope. It's forty kids, each with a gift, and parents who overcompensate. That's retail value of maybe eight grand." "Eight grand of toys. We can't fence a stuffed unicorn." "Wrong. Collector market. Vintage plush. Also, gift cards, cash in cards, maybe an iPad." "At a birthday party." "At a very disorganized birthday party. I checked. The parents are divorced. Dad booked the hall. Mom hired the clown. Neither hired security." "And we're the clowns?" "You're the clown. I'm the magician's assistant." Bill sighed. "Why am I the clown?" "Because you fit the shoes. Now focus. The party starts at two. We arrive at one forty-five as entertainment. We do a twenty-minute show. Then, while everyone sings, we load the presents into the unicorn bouncy castle and deflate it." "That is the worst sentence I have ever heard." "It's elegant." "It's a bouncy castle full of stolen Lego." "Exactly. No one suspects the bouncy castle." "You've never been to a kid's party. Everyone suspects the bouncy castle. It's where the weird uncle hides." "Then we use the piñata." "The piñata is for candy." "The piñata is for cover. We fill it with the small gifts. The big ones go in the magician's trunk." "And the magician?" "Currently tied up in my trunk." "Currently?" "He was a volunteer from last week's bank. He owed me." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "Molly, what happens when a kid opens a present and finds it empty?" "We blame the birthday boy." "That's cruel." "It's a heist. Cruel is the point. Also, we leave one present. The best one. A decoy." "Which one?" "The drum set." "That's not a decoy. That's a war crime." "Fine. The karaoke machine." "Still war." "The gift card to the smoothie place." "Okay, that's just sad." "Bill, we have four minutes. Do you want the score or not?" "I want to not be chased by a pack of sugar-crazed seven-year-olds." "Then stop arguing. You do balloon animals. I do the magic trick. At two twenty, the cake comes out. That's our cue." "What magic trick?" "The one where all the presents disappear." Bill stared at the party hall. "You know, I used to dream of the big time. Monaco. The Louvre. A casino vault." "And now?" "Now I'm stealing a scented marker set from a child named Jaxon." "Jaxon's parents are dentists. They can afford it." "That doesn't make it right." "No, but the ten-thousand-dollar watch in the gift bag makes it profitable." Bill put on the clown wig. "I hate you." "Love you too. Now smile. We're entertainers." Outside, a balloon arch shuddered in the wind.