He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Mabel hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked dirty in this light. The streets were uncrowded for nine o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a Saturn swerve to avoid a Volkswagon Golf as it barrelled by. What a lubberly lout, he thought. Across the street an ice skater wearing a veil came out of a health food store. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a pizza joint to pick up a knitting needle. No luck; they were sold out. He decided to stop by a travel agency several blocks away, where his old buddy Matthew Hruska worked. Maybe he could talk him into going out for a drink to get his mind off the case for an hour. 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 pea green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought wearily. He walked past an elegant man carrying a huge Band-aid. 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 Pakistan or Malta, meeting glamorous and furry people, pulling out his catheter and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the travel agency a bit late...Next Chapter