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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Bill, this is it. The Hendersons' daughter turns six on Saturday. Three hundred guests. Unsupervised gift table in the basement." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "A kids' party?" "Think bigger. No security, no alarms, and parents too drunk on boxed wine to notice two adults in party hats." Molly grabbed a handful of confetti and let it drift through her fingers. "We hit the basement at nine, when they do the piñata. Chaos. Distraction. We walk out with forty presents and nobody knows we were ever there." "And if we get caught?" Molly grinned, sharp and sudden. "Then we say we're with the entertainment company." Bill studied her for a long moment, then reached for his jacket. "I'll bring the van. You bring the burlap sacks." "Already packed." They stood in the yellow kitchen light, two thieves in party hats, already halfway to being criminals. Outside, a balloon escaped from somewhere and floated past the window, bright and doomed.