Chapter 03

My whole body was stunned, thinking I had misheard, "What did you say?"

Clement also panicked and realized he had said the wrong thing.

"It's nothing, consider it my drunken ramblings." He turned and closed the door to the study.

That night, I dreamed again.

In my dream, Alfred drove me to the beach. Early in the morning, the two of us sat side by side on the roof of the car watching the sunrise, the sea breeze blowing, my hair flying, Alfred reached out and took me into his arms and kissed me on the forehead, his voice warm and hot.

"Alva, I love you."

I broke out in a cold sweat, but my chest was sad.

I decided to confront Clement, and after a night where both parties had calmed down considerably, it was time to have a conversation.

I looked around the house but no Clement .

I called his phone, it was off.

I was distracted and overwhelmed by the time I spent at home waiting.

I even thought about calling the police, but how am I supposed to convince them when I'm an amnesiac who talks out of turn?

Besides, is Alfred really dead?

Could it be Clement's impulsive remark?

It seems that you still have to rely on yourself to find out the truth.

I spent some time getting the car's tracks from six months ago and quickly figured out some clues.

Six months ago, the car traveled between my house and a bar street almost every day.

Combined with that bar photo I turned up in the photo album, I think Alfred may have been working in a bar in addition to being a chauffeur at my house.

That night, I went to Bar Street.

There was nothing else to do but to ask bar by bar.

The effort was not enough, and by the time we got to the seventh house, we finally got a clue.

It's a clear bar, not many customers in the store, a middle-aged man with a big beard sits alone on the bandstand and sings a ballad, the recent hit "Yesterday Once More".

I learned that he was the owner and asked him about Alfred.

The owner was quick: "What do you want with him?"

"You know him?" I was surprised and delighted.

"He's been with me for two years." The owner answered truthfully.

"Where is he? I need to find him." I said.

The boss shook his head, "resigned half a year ago, left quite suddenly, I still have half a month's salary did not end his it."

My heart sank, I didn't remember anything from six months ago, but why did he suddenly quit, was he really dead?

Undeterred, I continued, "Boss, what's Alfred like?"

"What kind of person?" The boss smiled a little ambiguously, "A love child, handsome and sultry, never short of girls around."

"Is there anything else besides that?" I continued to ask.

"Let me think about it." The boss put down his guitar and lit a cigarette, "The kid doesn't talk much about himself, but he spilled a lot of bitter beans to me one time when we were drunk."

"Quite miserable a kid, when he was a child, his father killed his mother in domestic violence, sat in jail, he basically no one cared. Junior high school graduation out to work, what bitter have eaten, oh yes, he seems to have a sister, got kidney failure, this disease costs money, he every day around to get money, fishing girls also only fishing rich."

The boss gave me an uncertain look, probably thinking I was Alfred's "prey" too.

Perhaps, I am.

I was distracted when my cell phone rang and it was Clement calling.

"I'm home, where are you?" He questioned.

I hesitated and answered truthfully, "The bar."

"I knew you'd go for him." Clement let out a long sigh, "Come home, I'll tell you everything."