The wind came from the sea and pushed white foam against the dark rocks. Wilson Gray stood on the small balcony of the Blue Gull Hotel and watched the waves rise and fall like slow breathing. He was a private detective from the city, but this week he wanted a quiet holiday. He planned to read, sleep, and take long walks near the harbor. He closed the balcony door, made a cup of mint tea, and tried to relax. At midnight, the phone in his room rang. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. Wilson picked up a phone. The hotel receptionist, Luca, spoke in a worried voice. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Gray. A guest in Room 204 said someone moved his things while he was at dinner. Now his watch is missing. He is upset. We…