He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Lindsay hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked abnormal in this light. The streets were uncrowded for five o'clock on a Wednesday. He watched an MG Midget swerve to avoid a Ferrari as it scampered by. What a birdbrain, he thought. Across the street a rubbish collector wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts came out of an insurance agency. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a video arcade to pick up an orchid. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the furniture store and pay Reginald 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 ivory. There might be a storm brewing, he thought crossly. He walked past a smallish man carrying a jagged iPod. 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 Lithuania or Paraguay, meeting glamorous and paranoid people, pulling out his machete and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the furniture store a bit late...
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