Long Con Part 3 | Eve Sweet _verified_

"She’s part of the package," Julian said, his tone light, sitting down beside her. He placed a hand on her knee, a gesture of possessiveness disguised as affection.

Because if there’s one thing a con artist knows, it’s that you’re most dangerous when everyone thinks you have nothing left to lose. long con part 3 eve sweet

Silas tossed the drive back onto the table. It spun like a top. "The drive is a decoy," Silas said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Julian told me you’d try to pass it off. He gave me the real location an hour ago." "She’s part of the package," Julian said, his

The Sweet part wasn't the win. It was watching them savor the poison they thought was wine. The game wasn't over. It was just starting to get interesting. Silas tossed the drive back onto the table

They exited the car and entered the hotel bar. The air inside was thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of hushed conversations. This was where deals were made and broken, where the currency was secrets rather than cash. Eve spotted their contact immediately—a man named Silas, sitting in the darkest corner booth, nursing a whiskey that looked more like gasoline.

Eve stared at the drive. She had spent three weeks crafting that decoy, layering it with just enough truth to be believable, intending to swap it for the real data the moment Silas transferred the funds. She had played the long game perfectly. She had been meticulous.