As soon as we got home, I heard GB's radio beep.
"Boss, the car is back."
"I'm heading down," I said, looking at him. "Is everything okay?"
"No, I have to go. Close the door."
"But..." He was already gone. I rolled my eyes and locked the door. When I turned around, I was startled, and my heart practically stopped beating. I saw the man who claimed to be my father at the top of the stairs, smiling.
"Hello, daughter."
"What are you doing here?"
"I never told you, but I was from the hill. I was the son of the German boss, but I strayed from the path, got rich, and moved away. But I know the mind of a trafficker very well... it was easy to get in here, all I had to do was say I was your father. You're already famous on the hill, Mirella."
"You're not my father... go away."
"I just wan
