"You set the charges early," Agatha said, not a question. Her voice was low, a viper’s whisper.
"You used me," Agatha breathed. The betrayal cut deeper than any bullet. Not because of the money, but because she’d admired Eve. She’d respected the quiet efficiency, the way Eve could sweet-talk a security guard into handing over his keys while looking like a lost librarian. They were supposed to be partners. long con part 3 agatha vega, eve sweet
"Got it," Eve said, pocketing a tiny drive. "Now for the final part." "You set the charges early," Agatha said, not a question
As she downloaded the files, Agatha kept watch. The city glittered below, oblivious to the heist unfolding in the clouds. In her earpiece, she heard the distant chatter of security finally figuring out the diversion was a fake. They had ninety seconds. The betrayal cut deeper than any bullet