He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Olga hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked hard in this light. The streets were uncrowded for nine o'clock on a Friday. He watched a Tesla Roadster swerve to avoid a chariot as it barrelled by. What a sloth, he thought. Across the street an astrologer wearing a cheerleader's uniform came out of a supermarket. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a haberdashery to pick up a stuffed owl. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the health food store and pay Vilmer 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 violet. There might be a storm brewing, he thought later. He walked past a fair man carrying an ordinary toolbox. 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 Luxembourg or Netherlands, meeting glamorous and arrogant people, pulling out his accordion and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the health food store a bit late...
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