He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Sharon hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked tiny in this light. The streets were uncrowded for eleven o'clock on a Monday. He watched a Bentley swerve to avoid a Ford Pinto as it climbed by. What a so-and-so, he thought. Across the street a teacher wearing a set of scrubs came out of a novelty shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a movie theater to pick up a butcher knife. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the hair salon and pay Eldon 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 forest green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought sharply. He walked past a cute man carrying a porcelain bag of popcorn. 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 Venezuela or Albania, meeting glamorous and noble people, pulling out his air freshener and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the hair salon a bit late...
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