Ricky then covered the forged documents with several old folders, carefully restoring everything until the storage box looked untouched. Once he was satisfied, he dusted off his hands and let out a quiet scoff. "Get some sleep, Mike. It's your big day tomorrow." He walked back to the table and looked down at me, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'll come by tomorrow and see you off." Then, he grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door behind him. I didn't move a muscle until I heard his footsteps disappear completely down the hallway. I waited until the coast was clear before pushing myself up the table. The drunken look on my face was nowhere to be seen. Then, I went straight to the bathroom, splashed cold water over myself, and cleaned off as much of the whiskey as I could. Once I had changed into a fresh set of clothes, I pulled on a pair of disposable gloves and returned to the bedroom. The three forged documents were still exactly where Ri
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