He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Tracy hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked hefty in this light. The streets were crowded for twelve o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a Harley swerve to avoid a Suburu Forester as it hobbled by. What a villain, he thought. Across the street a gardener wearing a bomber jacket came out of a pet shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an office supply store to pick up a gun. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the bank and pay Jay 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 magenta. There might be a storm brewing, he thought hopelessly. He walked past a sorrowful man carrying a gaudy baseball bat. 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 Paraguay or New Guinea, meeting glamorous and sinister people, pulling out his lariat and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the bank a bit late...
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