DUNCAN
For the first time, it's been three days with no purpose. Father's phone has remained unanswered because I struggle to explain to him why June isn't picking up the calls. The past two days, I've done nothing but search the country for Melissa and Mercer, who have vacated their home.
My men checked the CCTVs, the safe houses, all the places the Mercers could hide or be traced, but it felt hopeless. There's no way I can return home alone. Last night, Bitsko drove me to Aunty Dakota, telling her not to let anyone know I was there. Since then, I haven't gotten out of bed, nor could I sleep; my eyes remain fixed on the ceiling above my head.
A gentle knock pierces the silence, and Aunty Dakota's voice, filled with concern, disrupts my contemplation. "Duncan, I'm coming in," she announ
