Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 33

Interrogation Room.

The room was dead silent as Danielle sat across from Jack. The faint sound of her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table echoed in the stillness. Her piercing gaze never left him, the tapping almost hypnotic.

"Jack," she began, her voice icy, "you were diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer a few months ago. Someone reached out and offered you money to stage an accident. They wanted you to crash into me, didn’t they?"

Jack’s head wobbled as he tried to focus on her. His eyes widened in shock as he registered her presence. ’She’s alive? She’s supposed to be... A visible shiver ran through him like an electric shock.

"I was drunk!" he suddenly shouted, his voice breaking into sobs. "I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! I swear it was an accident!" His eyes were clouded with confusion and pain as if all hope had left him. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with sweat, and dripping onto the ground below.

Danielle’s lips curled into a cold smile. "You knew you had no chance of surviving your cancer.

family after

not it!" Jack screamed, his bloodshot

the table once more before snapping her fingers sharply. Her voice was calm yet commanding. "Jack, who

eyes turning vacant as though he’d been unplugged

you meet him?" Danielle

called me," Jack replied

offering three hundred thousand dollars to cause a car accident. I didn’t believe him at first, but the money appeared in

breaking the trance. Jack blinked, his awareness returning. He looked around, confused,

I’m not mistaken, did

and calmly said, "Can I

before, but everything had been deleted, and

her-deletions could be undone. After a few moves,