He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Jenny hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked big in this light. The streets were crowded for six o'clock on an alternate blue moon. He watched an MG convertible swerve to avoid an Edsel as it tiptoed by. What a dumbbell, he thought. Across the street a pathologist wearing a jumpsuit came out of a burger joint. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a bookstore to pick up a fountain pen. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the clothing store and pay Manny 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 beige. There might be a storm brewing, he thought hastily. He walked past an albino man carrying a bent avocado. 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 Nepal or Greece, meeting glamorous and difficult people, pulling out his lance and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the clothing store a bit late...
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