Because Eve had forgotten one thing. Agatha Vega didn't do hope. She did leverage. And before she’d even entered this building, she’d planted a tracker on Eve’s zip-line rig.
Eve stood, smoothing down her cream-colored blouse. A single smudge of soot marked her collar. "I elevated you. Now move. The east stairwell is clear. We go up, take the prize, and we're ghosts in three minutes."
"Got it," Eve said, pocketing a tiny drive. "Now for the final part." long con part 3 agatha vega, eve sweet
"You set the charges early," Agatha said, not a question. Her voice was low, a viper’s whisper.
The long con wasn't over. It was just changing hands. Because Eve had forgotten one thing
"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.
"No," Eve whispered, patting his cheek. "I'm an accountant with good aim." And before she’d even entered this building, she’d
Agatha looked at the key. Then at the window.