Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Part 3

Regardless of why or how her luggage was now in her hands, she needed to think quickly, before anyone opened that bag. Then an idea came to her, she turned behind her and a gentleman smiled at her. "Is this flight 186?" she asked quietly.

He glanced at his plane ticket, "No ma'am this is 187." She pretended to look around slightly confused.

"Oh, I'm in the wrong line up, I can't miss my flight to go see my kids for Christmas! Today has just been frantic you wouldn't believe this woman earlier, ugh she was acting wild. Crazy right? " She carried her conversation to the stranger. He shrugged and shifted uncomfortably hoping this conversation would end. After all, he's just trying to go visit his mom for the holiday season.

"Can I ask you a favour?" she said to him in a hush tone. He reluctantly nodded in hopes that this would shut her up and moved closer so he could hear her.

"I need you to have security check that blonde woman's bag. I saw her in the bathroom and I think she's hiding weapons in there. I could hear her on the phone earlier, seems pretty serious if you ask me. I would hate for anyone to get hurt, I would do it myself but I have to catch that flight." The sly woman explained to the stranger tucking her ticket away and slowly moving towards another gate.

The man glanced at the blonde woman agreed to the woman in black's request. As she walked away she couldn't help but sneak a peak over as the man motioned for the Airport Security to come over. After they shared a few words the Security guard nodded and called for backup in his walkie talkie. Security then asked to check the woman's bag, and she willingly obeyed, assuming all they were going to find was her underwear, some lipsticks and last season's Chanel number 4. In less than three flat seconds, bloody knives, a gun and towels fell out of her bag.

Startled, the blonde woman reached down and tried to grab everything, now containing her DNA all over the weapons used to kill her lover. Thoughts were swarming her mind as she began to struggle to breath and pleaded with the security that this did not belong to her. The security handcuffed her and people around began screaming in fear.

As the blonde woman was being handcuffed for someone else's crime, she was almost certain she could feel someone watching her, the same feeling she had the night she found her boyfriend dead in the hallway. She screamed and fought yelling that she had nothing to do with this crime, the police were only concerned about the fingerprints all over the luggage and her possession of it. Not to mention her one way ticket to Paris that only furthered their belief on her fleeing the scene of a crime.

The real criminal smirked as she walked away from another scene. With her hood up, shades on and not a trace of evidence leading back to her, she was yet again guilty, but no one could prove it.