He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Elvira hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked golden in this light. The streets were crowded for six o'clock on a Wednesday. He watched a Chevy Suburban swerve to avoid a transporter as it paraded by. What a baby, he thought. Across the street a factory worker wearing a suit of armor came out of a sandwich shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an art museum to pick up a lollipop. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the supermarket and pay Simeon a visit. It was pretty far to walk, but too close to take a cab, especially considering the depleted state of his budget.
The sky had a tinge of brilliant orange. There might be a storm brewing, he thought cleverly. He walked past a bearded man carrying a rancid salt shaker. A bit unusual, but it probably meant nothing. As he walked, he felt other people staring at him. He glanced at the faces. If they knew he was a detective, they'd probably think he leads an exciting life, jetting to Somalia or Chile, meeting glamorous and prissy people, pulling out his cleaver and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the supermarket a bit late...
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