He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Elsie hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked torn in this light. The streets were uncrowded for nine o'clock on a Sunday. He watched an Oldsmobile Cutlass swerve to avoid an Oldsmobile as it danced by. What a cur, he thought. Across the street an Uber driver wearing a pair of knickers came out of an auto repair shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a burger joint to pick up a dictionary. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the restaurant and pay Royce 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 sea green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought sadly. He walked past an adorable man carrying an ordinary dollar bill. 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 Poland or Mexico, meeting glamorous and deadly people, pulling out his pom-pom and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the restaurant a bit late...
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