Journee was rubbing her hands and smiling with excitement. She could hear the excitement and rejoicing from inside the court. Zion and Archie and Theo and everyone else were shouting in happiness. India had his head hung low with shame.
"Come on, Indy, don't feel bad. You are okay. Not your fault."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am fairly certain that this was the plan, whose I am not sure. Someone hired that man to bump into you and exchange the bags. All the other men were a distraction," explained Journee.
"What?" shouted all three, Jack, Henry and India at once.
"When that man bumped into me, I saw a flier for a nail salon, and you said your bag was filled with fliers. It means that man has your bag, and you have his," said Journee.
"This is not my bag?" shrieked India and moved the bag away from him.
