He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Jean 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 crowded for twelve o'clock on a Saturday. He watched a Mitsubishi Galant swerve to avoid a convertible as it waddled by. What a nerd, he thought. Across the street a quilter wearing a tuxedo came out of a Hallmark shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a Hallmark shop to pick up an oriental vase. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the police station and pay Sean 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 beige. There might be a storm brewing, he thought arrogantly. He walked past a handsome man carrying a damaged toothbrush. 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 Afghanistan or Lithuania, meeting glamorous and bilious 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 police station a bit late...
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