He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Judith hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked disgusting in this light. The streets were uncrowded for five o'clock on a Sunday. He watched a Volkswagon swerve to avoid a Bentley as it jumped by. What a dirty rat, he thought. Across the street a warehouse picker wearing a pair of flip-flops came out of a bus station. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a mortuary to pick up a can of beer. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the burger joint and pay Herb 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 striped. There might be a storm brewing, he thought angrily. He walked past a scraggly man carrying a jagged key ring. 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 Cuba or New Zealand, meeting glamorous and tactful people, pulling out his fishing pole and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the burger joint a bit late...
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