Chloroform? That was odd.
I walked forward to the window I could see from upstairs, pretending I was looking for something on the ground. There wasn’t a soul to see me. While the parties with loud music, alcohol and pot were strong during the night, people slept in the morning. Those were the tourists. The locals who didn’t go to work or worked from home, needed to recuperate from not being able to sleep at night. With the exception of those really devoted to surf early in the morning, people were quiet, sleeping, I assumed.
There was no way I could catch a glimpse of anything through the window.
It happened the same at home at my soon-to-be my ex. It was the left side of his house I had no access. There was no door to reach that part of the building. “I’m a retired business man,” he had told me from the beginning. “I own half of the house,” a mansion, in my opinion,” and sold the other half to one of my partners.”
“What kind of business?” I candidly asked. I knew he had a restaurant. His answer intrigued me.
“Did you sell your business, as well?” My question surprised him. He went with his hand through his hair and then played with his goatee. I could see he was uncomfortable for a moment. His face relaxed. Started laughing. “You should be a detective, my dear. You have quite a surprising spirit.” “Surprising spirit?” It was my turn to laugh. Nobody told me that before. He took my hand and kissed it. “Never saw that in you, my dear. Well, just to answer your question, yes, I’m in the process of selling this business.”
“You are a mystery,” I stated and left a kiss on his cheek.
I missed him.