Free Blue Blue Eyes: Crime Novel by Helena Anderson Page A

Finally he found Namndemansgarden on Kungsgatan in Gothenburg and sent a mail to Malin who was a manager there. Patrik also sent a mail to his friend Johan who also had a few holding companies in Cyprus. He wanted to know which accountant he was using and if Johan could recommend him or not. Since his gut feeling after the meeting in Ayia Napa was far from good. Petros had changed radically and Patrik felt that something was not quite right. The accountant almost felt threatening, a side he’d never shown before. After all, Patrik had been working with him for over five years without any complications at all.
    The computer’s clock told him it was time for breakfast. Annoyed he wrapped the towel even tighter around his hips, looked at Linn who was still sleeping off her intoxication fully dressed in the bedroom . The stench of the previous nights alcohol found its way to his nostrils and made him wince. With a click he opened the window and let the fresh, warm wind come in and get the worst of the smell out.
    ”It’s ten o’clock, maybe time to wake up?” Patrik felt he couldn’t control his sarcastic voice when he loudly tried to wake up his wife.
    How could it have come this far? I feel as though I don’t even know my own wife anymore. What actually happened? What happened to us? With our marriage? Linn’s hair was matted and he noticed for the first time how skinny she was. Her dress had come up on her hip and he wondered when she had stopped caring about her own looks. He gave her a last look before going out, closing the door behind him. Patrik got dressed and stood in front of the bathroom mirror to fix his Tintin fringe. In the lift to the breakfast room he read Johan’s mail on his mobile and was pleasantly surprised with the quick reply.
    Hi Patrik, call George on the number below. Greet him from me and he’ll take good care of you and your companies. George even helped me open my other companies in Malta.
    Take care and enjoy Cyprus/ Johan
    The dining room was filled with hungry hotel guests and Patrik found a free table for two in the shade under an umbrella by the pool. He ordered a double espresso from the attentive waiter, went into the dining room and was surprised by all the delicacies. He ended up with an enormous omelette from the chef in the egg corner, a freshly pressed orange juice as well as some slices of leavened bread.
    ”Good morning.”
    Patrik looked up in surprise and saw Linn standing by the table dressed in a pair of the biggest and ugliest sunglasses he had ever seen. They didn’t match her style of dressing which otherwise consisted of flip flops and a too short, low cut, linen dress. Tired, he gave her a look of disapproval before answering:
    ”Good morning, are you sober now, or”
    ”What do you mean- sober? Isn’t it allowed to have some fun anymore? You always have to be so bloody good and destroy all the fun.”
    ”Sit down, we need to talk.” Patrik called for the waiter, ordered another double espresso as well as a pot of black coffee for his wife. ”Last night I finally understood the situation. Unfortunately a little too late. But when I saw your condition when I found you in the bar, I understood what I’ve been denying. You are an alcoholic, Linn. Alcoholic.” Patrik sadly shook his head and had another sip of his juice. ”Do you understand what I am saying?”
    ”Ah, you are exaggerating. I’m not a bloody alcoholic just because I had some red wine last night.” Linn lowered her voice when she noticed that the guests around their table were looking closely at them. She fiddled nervously with the bracelets around her thin wrist and looked down at the table.
    ”Just to let you know I’ve contacted a rehab centre half an hour ago. You and I are going there for a first meeting as soon as we get home.” Patrik took a bite of his omelette and waited for Linn’s reaction.
    ”Rehab centre? You’re bloody insane. What right do you have to contact them without