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The Denny's parking lot smelled of rain and regret. Molly unrolled the blueprint — a crayon drawing she'd swiped from the birthday boy's backpack — across the hood of the Buick. "The target's a bouncy castle. We go in as clowns." "I don't do clown," Bill said. "You did clown in Fresno." "Fresno was different. Fresno had a balloon payment." Bill jabbed a mustard-stained finger at the blueprint, leaving a yellow flag on the moon bounce. "What's this room?" "Cake room. Heavily guarded. Six-year-olds. Sticky." Molly traced the route with a pencil, frowning at the juice-box checkpoint. "Presents go in the pillowcase. In and out in four minutes." "Four minutes? Generous. I once cleared a whole piñata in ninety seconds." "That was your nephew's party." Bill straightened his tiny hat, which jingled, which he pretended not to notice. "And the entertainment?" "Magician. Real one, possibly. If he makes me disappear, you drive." "If he makes you disappear, I'm keeping your share." "Fair." Molly folded the blueprint and tucked it into her polka-dot vest. Behind them, a kid's balloon popped like a starting pistol. "Remember: professionals. No crying, no naps, nobody eats the merchandise." "No promises," said Bill, who was already eating cake.