Playing Detective (Short Story)

She was wearing a blue coat.

My friends were walking with my uncle that night. It was raining.

She arrived at her house (she used to live in a hotel). They were going in silence - we used to see him every day. He used to be seated.

She was waiting for me that day (they used to go to Europe). She was walking slowly - she was wearing a black hat. He used to live with her girlfriend.

The car that used to be in the street was red. I was coming from my house...