I finally left my hotel room. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder nearly every minute. I was paranoid that was for sure. I kept trying to reassure myself that if I did not see the other guy, then its more likely that he did not see me either. I don't know what he looks like, so he must not know what I look like. That definitely eased my paranoia a bit.
As I was sitting at this little cafe, I happen to look over and caught this beautiful woman looking at me. Of course she looked away quickly, so I looked away. I slowly looked at her again from the corner of my eye hoping to catch her gaze again but she looked on at her newspaper, drinking her coffee. Every now and then I would look around, looking her way. She kept her eyes on the newspaper. I don't know, maybe it was just my imagination or my amateur sleuthing but she never turned a page and she didn't look like she was reading. Her eyes were glued to one spot on the page, whatever it was.
I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead into my hands. There was something happening, I could feel it growing in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to believe it, I truly didn't and I think that was what was holding me back from actually seeing the reality of what was going on or that I was in deeper than what I wanted to believe. I opened my eyes when I heard a phone ringing. I looked over and she was answering it. She was speaking to someone. She wasn't speaking French or English, it sounded like Italian. In the middle of her conversation, she glanced at me and quickly looked down at the ground, hung up and left in a hurry leaving her newspaper and coffee behind.
I happen to look over in the direction she had gone, before she disappeared around the corner, she looked back at me. For a moment, we seen each other, our gaze met and it lasted longer than I had anticipated but there was something else. Not a look of interest that a woman gives a man but a look of curiosity, a look that said, I know what you know.
And she was gone...... but not for long.
I looked at my hands, they were shaking. I had not noticed it until then. I couldn't get the headless man in the alley out of my head. I don't think I really slept the whole time I was in my room. I kept having that strange feeling that I was being watched, even as I sat at the little cafe, I could feel someone watching me. I drank my coffee and left.
My hotel room didn't feel safe. As I said before, it felt like someone was watching me. I wanted to leave, just jump on a plane and go home. Leave all this BS behind me. I couldn't though. I wasn't due to leave for another two weeks and my room was paid up until then. I wanted to stay as well, when I really thought about it, there was nothing for me at home, I know there wasn't, except my cat but she would be well taken care of should I not return. Here, in Paris, this great mysterious thing was happening, unfolding before me. So, now, I had two choices, return home to the boring mundane life of living everyday in silent misery or stay, find out what that business was all about the other night, who the pretty dark haired lady was, put my mind at ease that I wasn’t seen, and perhaps even get shot at or even killed. An adventure.
As I sorted through my wallet thinking on it, I came across a business card with an address and directions. If that wasn't a sure hint as to the direction I should take, then I do not know what was. So be it, to the countryside I will go.
I returned to my hotel, cautious of my surroundings. I stood at the lobby doors, looking around, taking a photographic memory of each person in that lobby, quickly analyzing everyone's movement. There had been someone on the phone when I walked in, they had glanced at my way briefly, I took note of it; a man, young, black hair, dark complexion, very dark eyes, looked Indian or maybe even Arabic. When I looked back, he was gone. I told the desk clerk that I would be in for the night and did not want to be disturbed, a lie of course but what else was I to say, that I was checking out, no I did not want that known. For all I knew, the desk clerk could be in on it. In all the great mysteries I have ever watched, no one can be trusted, be suspicious of everyone. If you can't tell, I watched a lot of movies, it was my hobby and my passion. I had been watching them since I was kid, spending every weekend at the theaters. Watching movie after movie, and this was feeling very much like a movie. Dead bodies and a mysterious beautiful woman, yeah, definitely not a comedy.
I packed up my bags. I waited until the next morning to leave but for now, I made my way down to the dining hall and ate dinner like I usually do.
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