He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Veronica hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked peculiar in this light. The streets were uncrowded for four o'clock on a Tuesday. He watched a Kia Soul swerve to avoid a Mini Cooper as it bounded by. What a laggard, he thought. Across the street a car salesman wearing a tailcoat came out of an opera house. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a brewery to pick up a garbage can. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the saloon and pay Pablo 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 camouflage. There might be a storm brewing, he thought curiously. He walked past an unkempt man carrying a gigantic Bible. 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 Tibet or India, meeting glamorous and vile people, pulling out his tomahawk and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the saloon a bit late...
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