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his safe. “There has to be a safe,” he muttered as they marched towards the room where Raymond had gone to talk to Jason. As expected, it was his study. The safe was nowhere to be seen.
     
    For a moment, Riley was nonplussed. Where were the papers? He wouldn’t have kept them anywhere else! He didn’t trust anyone and would want to keep everything important in his possession. Riley’s gaze traveled to the walls while Tania checked the drawers and cabinets. She looked at the files and folders.
     
    “This isn’t anything we can use.”
     
    Riley’s gaze settled on the painting that dominated a wall. Raymond wasn’t an art lover, but this print of Van Gogh’s panting was, indeed, beautiful. He doubted the man as much as glanced at it once a day. Walking over, he took down the painting. “Bingo!” he said when saw the safe.
     
    “How will you open it?”
     
    He took out an electronic device from his pocket. Once more, it was courtesy of Jason who had used it in a movie once. Although it wasn’t available on the market, it was a custom made prop and was in Jason’s possession; he liked to hold onto them – they gave him a feeling of prestige. “Jason showed me. I just hope it works.” Riley had never done anything like this in his life. He put the device on top of the combination bar. It was a simple safe that needed a four-letter combination. After switching on the device, he punched a button and numbers and letters sprang to life. It was some kind of a mini computer that tried to crack the code. If the safe were manual, he had a set of keys in his pocket that could open it, but he’d guessed that Raymond was the kind of man who would need the highest security in his office. He wouldn't like a manual thing. 
     
    Within three minutes, the computer guessed the code and the safe clicked open. Riley pulled the door and saw the sheaf of papers. He took them out and passed on half to Tania. “Read them to see which are relevant.”
     
    Quickly, they went through the papers. Tania was excited. “There is more here. They have done this before. See here and here.”
     
    “Grab this all,” he decided. “It wouldn’t hurt to present this to the police.”
     
    Tania gathered the papers. Taking out a folder from Raymond’s desk, she put everything in it. “Now what?”
     
    “Now we wait for his call.”
     
    “Are you crazy?”
     
    He laughed. “Now we get out, of course. I’ll call Jason and tell him to skedaddle from that place.”
     
    “It wouldn’t take Raymond long to figure out that Jason was lying, that he never had any evidence to hand out,” she said.
     
    “And then he would wonder as to why we went through this hassle.” Carefully, he closed the safe and put the painting back. He took a look around to see if anything was out of place. “He would come here and we would be gone. He would come in this room and everything would look all right.”
     
    “Do you think he would open the safe to see if his precious evidence was locked inside?”
     
    Riley led her out of the room and closed the door. He put a hand on the small of her back as they went out. Opening the main door, he stepped outside. “Paranoid as he is, he would surely check.”
     
    “I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack.” She sat in the car. Riley joined her. “I sure would like to see the look on his face when the police arrest him.”
     
    “We’ll meet him in court,” Riley assured her. Once they were out of his house, he called Jason. “The work is done. Get out of there.”
     
    “Right,” said Jason.
     
    Riley wondered what excuse he would give Raymond for walking away from the meeting. He didn’t care. They were home free, and they had enough evidence in their hands to nail Raymond and the whole gang. The man trusted no one and, yet, he was the one who ended up betraying his club. Because of his carelessness, he would send them all to jail. They all deserved the fate. Riley might’ve forgiven them