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Bill spread the blueprints across the card table, which was actually a folded diaper-changing station liberated from a rest stop three towns over. The target: Tommy's Fifth Birthday Extravaganza, Saturday, behind the McAllister residence. Security consisted of one distracted mother, a golden retriever named Biscuit, and a clown with shifty eyes and a balloon animal business nobody questioned. Molly adjusted her ski mask, pink with a unicorn horn, and studied the layout. The gift table sat temptingly close to the ball pit—an entry point practically designed for professionals of their caliber. She traced the route with a juice box straw, noting the piñata positioned as a decoy. When the foam dinosaur dropped at three-fifteen, every child would stampede toward the candy, leaving the presents unguarded for approximately ninety glorious seconds. The children posed little threat anyway. By two o'clock, any party guest was hopped up on frosting and fruit punch, operating in a sugar haze that rendered them functionally blind to two adults crawling past the bounce house with pillowcases. "In and out in six minutes," Bill said. "Then we fence everything." "Fence stolen birthday presents?" "Toy store. Cash. No questions." Molly raised her juice box. "To crime."