DUNCAN
"Where are we going?" Bistko asked as I stared at my phone ringing in my hand, seeing Father as the caller.
"Please pick up; you need to tell him something, or he will end up sending men after you if it gets too suspicious," he added, opening the car door for me.
He's right, and besides, I need to see him too. I want him to explain the story we just had.
I hop into the rear of the car and accept the call.
"Glad you found time in your busy schedule to squeeze in time to talk to me," he mocked, sounding furious.
"You assigned me jobs to handle; they're not very easy," I pointed out. Although now it's official that the search for the money is terminated, I'm not telling him that. I'm not telling him anything to risk the lives of two people.
"First, I heard we are attacking Merce
