He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Nancy hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked modern in this light. The streets were uncrowded for one o'clock on an alternate blue moon. He watched a GTO swerve to avoid a Ford Bronco as it climbed by. What a cur, he thought. Across the street a dog catcher wearing a jacket came out of a bank. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a flower shop to pick up a mushroom. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the pub and pay Clive 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 navy blue. There might be a storm brewing, he thought kindly. He walked past a blushing man carrying a gigantic flashlight. 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 the United States or Jordan, meeting glamorous and dismal people, pulling out his can of pepper spray and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the pub a bit late...
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