"You're not coming?" Agatha’s blood ran cold.
She turned to Agatha, and for a wild, hopeful moment, Agatha thought she saw an apology forming. Instead, Eve pressed a small, smooth object into Agatha’s palm. A spare key. long con part 3 agatha vega, eve sweet
Eve didn't look up. "The extraction window moved. Viktor was going to run." "You're not coming
"Viktor was the mark," Agatha hissed. "Six months. Six months of me being his right hand, his confidante, the woman who laughed at his terrible jokes. The long con was to let him think he was stealing the bioweapon data from you , Eve. So we both walk away clean. Instead, you just tried to blow us all to hell." A spare key
Eve’s lips quirked. Not a smile. Something softer. "Darling, we were never even. That's what made it fun."
"No more secrets," Agatha demanded, pressing her forehead close to Eve's. It was an intimate, threatening gesture. "After this. We're even. Or I swear to God, I'll find you."