"What did you find?" Jairo asked into the phone.
"It's your dad." Donald's voice came from the other end.
The words landed like a punch. His grip on the phone grew harder, pressing into the wound on his arm but he didn't even flinch at the pain.
Donald continued, "The investigation went too easy, almost like he wanted you to believe Anthonio was truly behind it. Since that old cunt stole the port codes, your father knew you would fall for it. But someone called the number we tracked from the captive's phone, and it led us to one of your father's men. He set this up to delay the shipment so his campaign stays clean. Without you on the news, his election goes smoothly."
He pressed his lips together, forcing his face blank. His father's games were nothing new, but this was lower than he t
