As Natalie flicked her gaze between Hannah and the lie detector, she was forced to admit that the latter had been telling the truth.
It’s proven that Hannah was most definitely not employed by Jacqueline. She doesn’t even know her.
Natalie clenched her fist as the only other possibility dawned on her. “Was the box your idea, then?”
“What box?” retorted Hannah in a panic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As soon as the words left her lips, the bulb on the lie detector glowed a menacing red as it began to beep frantically.
With the crackling of electricity, the current swept through the device and onto Hannah’s fingertips. With a horrible scream, she writhed and squirmed in her seat.
Silas and Sally let go of her at once to avoid being electrocuted.
Meanwhile, Shane merely glared coldly at Hannah without a hint of compassion.
When the lie detector was done channeling its punishing surge, Natalie spoke again, “Are you still unwilling to tell the truth?”
Traumatized by the experience, Hannah began to weep in earnest.
“No, I’ll tell. I’ll tell,” she sobbed. “It was my idea. I did it all alone.”
Sally smiled as the green light lit up on the lie detector. “Mr. Shane, Nat, she’s not lying this time.”
Shane grunted in response.
Hannah, on the other hand, was beside herself with rage.
Just my luck to be caught today after three successful deliveries in a row! I hate them!
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