He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Eileen hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked sophisticated in this light. The streets were uncrowded for eleven o'clock on a Saturday. He watched a Lamborghini swerve to avoid a Smart Car as it zoomed by. What a lob-dotterel, he thought. Across the street a sailor wearing a pair of socks came out of a popcorn shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a convenience store to pick up a daisy. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the used car lot and pay Nathan 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 mauve. There might be a storm brewing, he thought fearlessly. He walked past a bony man carrying a rusty sponge. 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 Senegal or Singapore, meeting glamorous and ladylike people, pulling out his Geiger counter and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the used car lot a bit late...
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