"You've lost your mind."
Henrik rubbed his somewhat numb shoulder; he had dodged Roger's first kick but had failed to avoid the punch that followed.
"How did you investigate the data?"
"You even got Veronica's taste in men wrong!"
"She prefers them a bit older, preferably with a beard. She told me herself, and she later chose someone exactly like that."
"What?!"
Henrik's expression resembled that of a gambler who realizes he has won a lottery but then discovers he has lost his ticket.
"Such good luck, too!"
He looked utterly heartbroken.
Roger briefly recounted what had happened.
"That Veronica is strange; she only gave me an address, and the rest was just repetition."
Henrik glanced at Hathaway.
"Don't worry just yet. What he said about 'eating' might not be literal. It could have other meanings."
"Get in the car, we're heading to the villa district on Rose Street!"
On the drive to the villa district, Henrik made several phone calls in succession.