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Molly spread the party invitations across the kitchen table like a deck of cards. "Three o'clock, Saturday, at the Hendersons' place. Fifty kids. Fifty presents. Zero security." Bill squinted at the glitter-covered envelope. "You want us to rob a six-year-old's birthday?" "We're not robbing the kids. We're robbing the parents. The kids are just... collateral cuteness." "There's a bounce house." "Exactly. Distraction." Bill tapped the invitation. "What's our angle? Clowns?" "Better. I'm going as the birthday girl's estranged aunt from Saskatchewan. You're my plus-one. We 'forgot' to RSVP, we show up late, we 'help' with presents." "And then?" "And then we load the SUV while everyone's watching the piñata." Bill nodded slowly. "The Hendersons have a Tesla." "They have a Tesla." "And a security system?" "Named Mr. Whiskers. He's a golden retriever." Bill stood, grabbed his coat. "I'll bring the duffel bags. You bring the Saskatchewan accent." "Already practicing. 'Oh, sorry, eh, didn't mean to be a bother, just drove twelve hours for little Timmy's special day.'" "That's not Saskatchewan, that's Minnesota." "Close enough. Criminals don't need geography."