Mr. K took a deep breath. He tried to rack his brains to think of a way so that Anthony could not find his whereabouts.
While Mr. K thinks of a way out, Mr. K's phone rings again.
This time Metthew called Mr. K.
Quickly Mr. K immediately picked up the phone.
"So, how? have they taken the bait?"
"It seems so, sir, but sir ...."
"Hum, what's wrong?"
"Who is Hendrick Andreas?"
"Old friend ?"
Metthew knit his brows confused without Mr. K knows, of course.
"You don't have to think about it. What is clear is he is tame with me. You take it easy, just play your part, you understand what I mean, right?"
"Understood, sir, I will play my part, sir."
"Good, let me know the next report, and make sure they don't notice our game."
"Understood."
After that important conversation, Mr. K hung up on the phone.
"Hopefully, my trap this time works and can buy time," thought Mr. K
