Third-party pov
She lied like they would worship her when she was done, and she was banking on that. Amelia, the deadly woman was here sniffing and crying while telling a sob story which she had planned from the very beginning.
The more she continued the more the faces on the table transformed into several emotions at a go.
"I didn't want to lose Alex, so I did everything they wanted e to. The girl was not Jenny and I was carrying a bag that had fake bills. I was scared. I didn't want to die. But even before I could blink, there was a loud explosion and the last thing I heard was you telling me to move, but I was late. I was late Alex and I'm sorry I put you through that.
The person who was blown was not even the woman with the vest. The vest the woman wore did not have any explosives on it. The vest with explosives was worn by some old man who lived on the street and survived on the streets. That's why they warned me not to screw up. They thought I'd tell you.
