A Dream life - 38 In Love with Portugal (ii)

I met her again in the front yard of Palace, she kept looking at her watch, and looking around. I took up my  long-focus lens camera, focus at her face, I took a few shots, then I found out she was staring at me, I quickly pretended checking the lens of my camera, and then took a shot of the crowd. I walked away from her, I hid myself in a crowd but observing her.
She finally waving her hand to a direction, there was a young man, rushing to her, and they did not look like knowing each other, they exchanged business cards, and walked together, to the main road, took a taxi went away.
I walked around the tourist attraction, but I couldn't get rid of her face in my mind, I kept thinking of her.
I went to an automatic digital photograph printer shop, printed the photographs of her.
I rented a flat in the residential region, so I shifted out from hotel, I took a tram to the flat and I saw her again. She got off the tram in front of a junction.
At that moment I suddenly I felt very excited.
The next day, I took the tram at the same time waiting for her, but she was not appeared.
After a few weeks, I gave up waiting for her.
I went to a restaurant for coffee, I found her sitting inside, talking to a young man, that was the man who she met him in the yard of Palace.
They were discussing something very serious.
After half an hour, they left the coffee shop, and walked away.
I'd tried not to stalk, but it didn't work.
I'd followed them to an office building, a law firm, escritório de advocacia.
Only a week before holiday ended, but I did not go anywhere, so I decided to use the rest of the holiday visiting all the tourist attractions.
So I decided to leave this woman behind; I went into the coffee shop again, and gave back the photographs of this woman to the shop keeper, I wanted him to take the photographs to that woman.
However, he told me to sit down, and gave me a piece of paper, it has printed a name and an address. The waiter indicated to me this was hers.
I took the piece of paper home.
I knew I should give the photographs to her in person.
The last day of my staying in Lisbon, I carried my luggage and the photographs of hers, got on a tram, and got off the tram in front of a junction.
I went to her address, and knocked on the door, a woman answered the door, she opened the door and said to me, "I said to you once more, she was died of cancer, you should go to the department to check it out, don't come again."
(End of my story)
"What? He gave the piece of paper to another young man? That can't be true, I'd told him, my office boy shall bring my work ID card to let him check my photo, then he shall give the office boy that piece of paper. Now I have to ask Macau office to fax the name and address to me again, we must lodge in the application document to court before 5 o'clock."
It was a week ago, I went to coffee shop talking to my client, the grandson of a deceased. He came all the way from Macau to Lisbon visiting his grandma, but found out she was dead. I needed to help him applying to the court  to grant him the legacy, but I had lost his grandma's name and her previous address.
Who took the piece of paper? And why? Should I report to the polícia?
(The End)
(To Be Continued)