He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Ana hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked valuable in this light. The streets were uncrowded for one o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a Chevy Caprice swerve to avoid a Tesla Roadster as it flounced by. What a tattletale, he thought. Across the street a bank teller wearing a dress came out of a police station. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a café to pick up a pink flamingo. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the barbershop and pay Christian 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 striped. There might be a storm brewing, he thought majestically. He walked past a dashing man carrying a loose billfold. 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 Russia or Paraguay, meeting glamorous and refined people, pulling out his can opener and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the barbershop a bit late...
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