He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Xenia hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked grubby in this light. The streets were crowded for nine o'clock on a Monday. He watched a UPS truck swerve to avoid a rocket as it jumped by. What a dimwit, he thought. Across the street a taxi driver wearing a hoodie came out of a McDonalds. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a burger joint to pick up a cage. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the brewery and pay Thad 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 green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought dubiously. He walked past a bearded man carrying a rough twig. 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 China or Malta, meeting glamorous and corpulent people, pulling out his weed whacker and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the brewery a bit late...
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