He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Kitten hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked weird in this light. The streets were uncrowded for two o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a hearse swerve to avoid a forklift as it scurried by. What a lunatic, he thought. Across the street a tailor wearing a pair of booties came out of a malt shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a boutique to pick up a boomerang. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the convenience store and pay Keith 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 purple. There might be a storm brewing, he thought suddenly. He walked past an alert man carrying an ancient pearl. 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 Kazakhstan or Ireland, meeting glamorous and bouncy people, pulling out his whip and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the convenience store a bit late...
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