The next morning Gerald was holding an important meeting at home, he was working from there, not wanting anyone to find out that he underwent a medical procedure.

"Mr. Lennox, good morning, I came as soon as you called me," said a burly middle-aged man dressed in black.

"Thanks for coming," Gerald explained to the investigator and with a gesture of his hand invited him to take a seat, "I need to know everything about a person's life," he said and gave him Myriam's information.

The investigator noted in his diary.

“In a week you will have the data.

Gerald shook his head.

"You have twenty-four hours to give me the information I need," he ordered.

“That's impossible Mr. Lennox, if you require accurate data it takes more time.

"You have forty-eight hours, or I'll find someone more competent," he stated seriously.

The agent pursed his lips, nodded.

"You'll have the information," he asserted, said goodbye and left the house.

Gerald took a deep breath, he wanted to know how Anthony was, but