The long con wasn't over. It was just changing hands.
"You're not coming?" Agatha’s blood ran cold. long con part 3 agatha vega, eve sweet
Eve stepped back, closer to the shattered window where a zip-line rig was already anchored to the balcony. "The long con isn't over, Aggie. It just got a new mark. You're the decoy now. The security tapes will show Agatha Vega robbing the warlord. Agatha Vega, Viktor’s known associate. I was never here." The long con wasn't over
"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. Eve stepped back, closer to the shattered window
Agatha looked at the key. Then at the window.