Author's Note: Yay! I'm posting on Sunday! I'm proud of myself haha. I would have posted sooner but we lost power for a while today 'cause of some big storms. But I'm posting now! Enjoy ! And thank you those of ya'll who reviewed! BTW: this chapter is Heist, but I'm gonna make Kat's POV 1st person, just so ya know.

Disclaimer: Let's ask my brother if I own the Gallagher Girls series or Heist Society.

-Liam, do I own either book previously mentioned?

-No, stupid, you don't. Ally Carter does. I would know because I'm reading Heist Society and her name is on it. Same thing on the Galiga books.

-Gallagher.

-Whatever! You own nothing.

And there we have it ;-).

The Great Gallagher Heist

Chapter 5: Interrogation (Part 2)

Katarina Lynn Bishop

(1st person)

Date: March 13, 2010

This was cute.

I'd been sitting at this stone cold table for what seemed like hours, and so far I'd been interrogated by these two teenage girls who call themselves spies. One was timid and kept forgetting the questions she asked me, and the other was a Barbie wanna-be who answered her own questions, like she knew everything. I was wondering when this whole guinea pig interrogation would be over and they'd actually send someone who might be able to get answers out of me. These spies-in-training were having no luck.

But maybe it's not over.

How did I know that? Well, maybe because a new girl walked in. And she actually looked smart. And confident. Two very bad signs. She looked taller than me, probably about 5'6", with shoulder length, chestnut brown hair. Her eyes were a deep sapphire blue, kind of like mine. In fact, besides the height and the slightly lighter hair, she could almost be my sister. No, that would be too random. And, she actually looked like a decent spy.

Yeah, right. Looks can be deceiving.

She took a seat at the table, directly across from me. She sized me up, and finally, she spoke.

"Hello. I'm Cameron Morgan, and I'd like to ask you a few questions today, concerning your current predicament."

Putting my poker face on, I decided to play innocent and clueless with this one. It's worked before.

"And what predicament might that be, Ms. Morgan?"

"I'm sorry, but I will be the one asking the questions in this interview. Now, what is your name?"

I said the first name that came to my mind.

"Melanie Joel Hamilton," (A/N: I couldn't remember one of her cover names and my book is on a loan, so just go with it ;-)

"No, its not. Your pupils dilated approximately two millimeters and you've been in this room far too long for the lights to be affecting them."

Oh, no.

So maybe this one was good. And if she can call my bluff, we may have problem. Mustering up all the strength I could, and imagining talking to my father, I blinked and looked her dead in the eye.

"I don't know what you are talking about. My name is Melanie Joel Hamilton or Mel for short." I tried to keep my pulse steady, my gaze locked in hers.

"We both know you are lying, but we will get back to that later. Now, Melanie," she said, enunciating 'Melanie', "What were you and your friends doing in the Smithsonian last night at 1:13 a.m.? You weren't, oh say, trying to steal the Hope diamond, perhaps?"

So, she's done her research. "No, of course not! What would I ever do with something like the Hope diamond? Besides, what really happened was my friends and I got stuck in the museum after we fell asleep in an old janitor's closet. When we woke up, it was dark and no one was there. We accidently tripped a wire while trying to find a way out. For some reason, police were already there when the alarm went off. They were fast, I guess." The lie rolled off my tongue, as smooth as molasses. I almost believed it.

Too bad it wasn't looking like she would.

A/N: Sorry, I had to stop writing! But don't worry; I'll post the other two parts next weekend. Did this chapter make sense? I hope it did. And I didn't make Kat OOC, did I? Tell me if I did and feel free to point out any mistakes. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!

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