He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Fawn hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked excellent in this light. The streets were uncrowded for eleven o'clock on a Sunday. He watched a Cadillac swerve to avoid a Lexus as it padded by. What an egomaniac, he thought. Across the street a prankster wearing a set of pink foam curlers came out of a movie theater. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a butcher shop to pick up a wrench. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the beauty salon and pay Kellen 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 chartreuse. There might be a storm brewing, he thought breathlessly. He walked past a well-built man carrying a new baseball. 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 Tibet or Tibet, meeting glamorous and childish people, pulling out his Colt 45 and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the beauty salon a bit late...
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