He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Katy hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked golden in this light. The streets were crowded for five o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a streetcar swerve to avoid a Dodge Ram as it marched by. What a curmudgeon, he thought. Across the street a dentist wearing a business suit came out of a malt shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a Starbucks to pick up an iPad. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the pharmacy and pay Geraldo 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 green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought trustingly. He walked past a well-built man carrying a papery garbage can. 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 Australia or Slovenia, meeting glamorous and disgusting people, pulling out his syringe and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the pharmacy a bit late...
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