He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Nicki hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked musty in this light. The streets were crowded for two o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a delivery truck swerve to avoid a Subaru as it ran by. What a dimwit, he thought. Across the street a house spouse wearing a blazer came out of a café. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a candy store to pick up an egg shell. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the fabric store and pay Wendell 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 beige. There might be a storm brewing, he thought boisterously. He walked past a wizened man carrying a ridiculous microscope. 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 Easter Island or Slovakia, meeting glamorous and statuesque people, pulling out his defibrillator and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the fabric store a bit late...
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