He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Elena hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked hand-made in this light. The streets were uncrowded for four o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a Jeep Cherokee swerve to avoid a garbage truck as it hopped by. What a pervert, he thought. Across the street a prisoner wearing a coat came out of an art museum. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a craft store to pick up a broom. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the Hallmark shop and pay Bones 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 green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought demurely. He walked past a plump man carrying a tiny chain. 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 Lebanon or Korea, meeting glamorous and paranoid people, pulling out his roll of duct tape and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the Hallmark shop a bit late...
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