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.

after you’re gone. You

That’s not it!" Jack screamed, his bloodshot eyes

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

vacant as

meet him?"

me,"

said, "Two days ago, a guy contacted me, offering three hundred thousand dollars to cause a car accident. I didn’t believe him at first, but the money appeared in my account. Then he sent a photo and a map. I

snapped her fingers again, breaking the trance. Jack blinked, his awareness returning. He looked

side, watching Danielle. ’If I’m not mistaken, did Miss Darling just hypnotize

noticed his gaze and calmly said,

handed it over. They had checked it before, but everything

didn’t matter to her-deletions could be undone. After a few moves, she found a virus planted