He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Tara hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked cotton in this light. The streets were uncrowded for twelve o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a transporter swerve to avoid a monster truck as it slipped by. What a blackguard, he thought. Across the street a football player wearing a fur coat came out of a craft store. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a storage unit to pick up a knitting needle. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the music store and pay Nathan 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 maroon. There might be a storm brewing, he thought majestically. He walked past an eye-catching man carrying a miniature oriental vase. 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 Afghanistan or Egypt, meeting glamorous and contented people, pulling out his branding iron and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the music store a bit late...
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