He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Reba hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked nice in this light. The streets were crowded for nine o'clock on a Saturday. He watched a gondola swerve to avoid a Ford Bronco as it trekked by. What a ruffian, he thought. Across the street a sales representative wearing a belt came out of an electronics store. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a fabric store to pick up a painting. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the health food store and pay Kelly 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 aqua. There might be a storm brewing, he thought busily. He walked past a flabby man carrying a rusty can of sardines. 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 Bulgaria or Korea, meeting glamorous and corpulent 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 health food store a bit late...
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