As we were being checked one by one, I found it surprisingly easy to deceive the person conducting the inquiry. I showed my fake ID and answered a few random questions, but thanks to my skill, I managed to manipulate the conversation effortlessly.
It helped that my fabricated information wasn't too far-fetched; saying I lived in this area and used to attend school here didn't raise any eyebrows. Lies flowed smoothly from my lips because of my skills, leaving the investigator none the wiser.
Honestly, I didn't care if they eventually discovered my identity was fake. My plan was never to stick around with these low life gangsters for long. My goal was to divert their attention from that dead bastard and plant seeds of doubt within their ranks, all in an effort to pave my way out of this situation.
