All eleven of us crammed into the closed fondue restaurant after dark. The place smelled like regret and melted gruyere. Marv unrolled a piece of paper with a big flourish. It was a placemat. "Behold," he said, "the layout of Fromagerie Sublime." Lola squinted at it. "Marv, that's a kids' maze. There's a cartoon mouse in the corner." Marv folded his arms. "The mouse knows where the safe is."

Lola grabbed the placemat anyway. "Fine. If the mouse leads to the safe, we follow the mouse." She traced the crayon path to a doodle of a cheese wheel. "That's the vault. Probably. Marv, you're up front. Everyone else, try not to knock anything over."

Marv crept forward and walked straight into a coat rack, which crashed down with a sound like a small avalanche. We all held our breath. Nothing happened. "See?" Marv whispered proudly. "Stealth." Lola put her face in her hands.

Lola took the placemat back from Marv for good. "From now on, I'm in charge of the map, the plan, and you." Marv saluted. "Yes, captain." She sighed. "Don't call me captain." "Yes, captain." And that, more or less, is how Lola ended up running every job we pulled after that.