Chapter 80

The weight of the last-minute trip fell on his shoulders the moment he crossed the threshold of his door.

Harmon, his dog and faithful squire, jumped on his knees before he took more than two steps forward. He grumbled and growled softly, in doubt about the identity of his own owner. He was a very smart animal, by the way, but after so many years he had not yet gotten used to the purposeful style changes that camouflaged the face of its owner soon after an investigation.

This does not mean that wearing a disguise was an exclusive part of Zachary's work. He was more connected to the fact that his face was easily identified after years of the commotion of the death of his family, and with that, any criminal or suspect who took care would avoid crossing his path.

It brought greater security to his life and those around him to maintain anonymity, but sometimes lay people could confuse him for a Special Agent, even if he remained an investigator hired to make reports of each i