He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Dinah hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked funny in this light. The streets were crowded for six o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a Hyundai Sonata swerve to avoid a Plymouth as it dashed by. What a lubberly lout, he thought. Across the street a plumber wearing a derby came out of a malt shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a gift shop to pick up a pack of gum. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the pharmacy and pay Max 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 aqua. There might be a storm brewing, he thought vigorously. He walked past a beautiful man carrying a broken accordion. 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 Myanmar or Bulgaria, meeting glamorous and angry people, pulling out his wet washrag and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the pharmacy a bit late...
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