117 We'er Getting Married

Mia picked up a white bathrobe from the sofa and put it on. Her hair looked wet. I guess they were just getting out of the shower when they heard the doorbell.

I looked around the room. On the table were plates of caviar, black truffles, foie gras and toast. It looks as if the food has been tasted and thrown away on a plate. Next to it were several empty wine bottles and two goblets.

Then I caught a glimpse of white powder on the tin foil on the coffee table, and a bad feeling came over me.

Was Frade using heroin?

“Honey,” Mia said to Frade in a sweet voice, “Can you go to the coffee shop and get a cup of coffee?”

"Cappuccino?" Frade looked at her with doting eyes.

"Yes." Mia looked at him. "My tastes haven't changed, you know."

"What about you?" Frade asked me with a wink. "What kind of coffee would you like?"

"No, thanks," I said coldly.