Chapter 5
John Gibson’s house was in a central zone of the city. Ernest had called him before visiting him and the journalist had been very available. From the call, Ernest had had a great idea of the man, an idea that was confirmed when he was face to face with the journalist. Gibson was in his forties, he had a young appearance and an athletic body.
“ It's a really beautiful and welcoming house, congrats,” Ernest said after they had sat down.
“ This house is the only thing left after the divorce,” Gibson said very pleased with the compliment he had just received. “But I don't think you came all the way here just to admire my house,” Gibson said again. “On the phone you mentioned that your visit has to do with an article of mine.”
“ Yes, it is true,” Ernest answered.
“ It's been a lo
