He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Wendy hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked fresh in this light. The streets were crowded for eight o'clock on a Friday. He watched a cement truck swerve to avoid a covered wagon as it slumped by. What a knucklehead, he thought. Across the street a park ranger wearing a cardigan came out of a beauty salon. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a mortuary to pick up a file folder. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the supermarket and pay Robin 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 lime-green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought energetically. He walked past a good looking man carrying a magnificent gun. 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 Kenya or Lithuania, meeting glamorous and gentle people, pulling out his automatic rifle and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the supermarket a bit late...
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