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Molly spread the blueprints across the dashboard, though calling them blueprints was generous. They were crayon drawings she'd fished from a trash can behind the Pemberton house. "Where did you get these?" Bill squinted at the waxy outlines. "The Pemberton kid's a budding architect. Went through his lunchbox Tuesday." Bill traced a finger along a lopsided garden path. "What are those pink blobs?" "Rose bushes. Mind the thorns." Molly circled a large square near the center. "This is where they pile the presents. Thirty-seven invitations, Bill. That's minimum thirty-seven gifts." "And we're stealing birthday presents from children." "We're reclaiming birthday presents from children. Subtle distinction." "You keep telling yourself that." Bill crossed his arms and scanned the crude map again, looking for any weak point in the perimeter. "The real problem is the bouncing castle blocking the side gate. We need to get past it." "A bouncing castle is a security concern?" "There's a clown. Clowns are unpredictable." She tapped the front entrance with authority. "We go Saturday. During the cake ceremony. Every kid's mouth is full. Every parent is holding a camera. The clown is doing magic." Bill leaned back in his seat, genuinely impressed. "That's actually brilliant." "That's why I'm in charge."