We couldn't surrender the real documents. But we couldn't do nothing. We needed a trick.
"We give them a decoy," I said, the idea forming desperately. "We get a notebook, some old papers… we make it look real. We trade it for Ms. Liza."
"It'll never work! Vega will know!" Leo argued.
"He'll check it, yes," I said. "But it will take time. It creates a distraction. It's the only move we have."
We spent the next hour frantically assembling a convincing fake. Leo found an old ledger in the cinema's lost and found. We stained pages with coffee, wrote in a rushed script, even forged the Alcantara logo on a piece of paper. It was a pathetic gamble, but it was our only chip left to play.