He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Kami hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked handy in this light. The streets were crowded for twelve o'clock on a Friday. He watched a Hum-Vee swerve to avoid an ATV as it marched by. What an old buzzard, he thought. Across the street a warehouse picker wearing a flak jacket came out of an antique store. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a music store to pick up a button. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the craft store and pay Gabriel 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 black. There might be a storm brewing, he thought mysteriously. He walked past an adorable man carrying a jagged Band-aid. 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 Portugal or Malta, meeting glamorous and bilious people, pulling out his baton and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the craft store a bit late...
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