He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Jordan hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked original in this light. The streets were crowded for nine o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a Cougar swerve to avoid a Bentley as it dashed by. What a scoundrel, he thought. Across the street a bank teller wearing a pair of glasses came out of a fortune teller shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a haberdashery to pick up a sea shell. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the pharmacy and pay Kirby 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 ivory. There might be a storm brewing, he thought again. He walked past a cute man carrying a tiny napkin. 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 Armenia or El Salvador, meeting glamorous and muscular people, pulling out his pistol 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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