He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Gail hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked ivory in this light. The streets were crowded for twelve o'clock on a Saturday. He watched a Tesla Model S swerve to avoid a scooter as it sped by. What a troglodyte, he thought. Across the street a scientist wearing a ring came out of a souvenir shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a used car lot to pick up a stuffed kitten. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the art museum and pay Maloney 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 grandly. He walked past a good looking man carrying a loose computer. 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 Malta or Kuwait, meeting glamorous and charming people, pulling out his shoulder fired rocket and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the art museum a bit late...
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