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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table, her finger tracing the glittery unicorn border. "Saturday. Three o'clock. Mrs. Henderson's granddaughter turns seven." Bill leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "A children's party." "Think of the haul." Molly tapped the gift table diagram she'd drawn. "Twenty kids minimum. Tablets, gaming consoles, probably jewelry from the parents." "They'll have parents there." "Exactly." Molly grinned. "Distraction opportunity. I pose as a magician. You create a diversion in the parking lot." Bill rubbed his temples. "I'm supposed to steal a minivan full of seven-year-olds?" "Just honk loudly and drive in circles. They'll chase you. I'll be inside with the presents." "And if they catch me?" Molly shrugged. "You're fast." "I'm forty-three with a knee injury." "Then run in circles slowly." She grabbed her coat. "Meet at the Hendersons' at two-thirty. Wear the clown nose I bought." Bill stared at the sequined nose on the counter. "This is the worst plan I've ever heard." "That's why it'll work." Molly kissed his cheek and left. Bill picked up the clown nose, held it to his face, and sighed. Then he laughed, a genuine bark of sound, and followed her out the door.