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Molly tapped the blueprint pinned to the van's dashboard. "The party's in the Hendersons' backyard, third house past the oak. Forty-two presents, according to the invitation." Bill squinted at the sketch of the bouncy castle. "Why is there a castle in our plan?" "Because it's a distraction. Nobody notices a thief when a seven-year-old is screaming down a slide." "Right. And the clown?" "Ignore the clown. He's the one who sold us the map." Bill nodded slowly, then pulled a rubber mask over his face. It was shaped like a grinning sheep. "Do I look intimidating?" "You look like a sheep who's lost his mind." "Good. Fear is half the job." They slipped out of the van, carrying a canvas sack big enough to hold a small pony. Somewhere a birthday song began, off-key and enthusiastic. Molly sighed. "Remember, no candy. We're professionals." "Professionals," Bill whispered, already eyeing the cupcakes.