MARCELO ARRIVED AT the residence of the Cifuentes family located in the most residential area of Mexico DF.
His cab stopped in front of a magnificent wooden gate surrounded by an iron fence covered with bushes. He struck the bell facing at the same time the TV camera that was in the same pillar. One male voice asked.
“Mr. Ferrand?”
“Yes.”
It rang a click while they instructed him.
“Push the door please.”
He entered a magnificent parkland obviously designed by a landscape architect. The residence occupied the entire block, which was not rectangular but had a curious kidney shape, like all houses in the neighborhood. Marcelo calculated that the surface of the entire estate was at least one acre. Right in front stood a French style house, with an impeccable white staircase. An employe
