He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Pallavi hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked rancid in this light. The streets were crowded for one o'clock on a Saturday. He watched a Kia Soul swerve to avoid a Pontiac LeMans as it blundered by. What a moonie, he thought. Across the street a model wearing a set of vampire fangs came out of a photography studio. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an insurance agency to pick up a purse. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the candy store and pay Dick 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 orange. There might be a storm brewing, he thought ingeniously. He walked past a filthy man carrying a peculiar comb. 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 Lebanon or Lebanon, meeting glamorous and repulsive people, pulling out his can of Raid and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the candy store a bit late...
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