He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Edna hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked stolen in this light. The streets were crowded for eleven o'clock on a Wednesday. He watched a Hum-Vee swerve to avoid a Ford Pinto as it galloped by. What a gossip, he thought. Across the street a consultant wearing a business suit came out of a mortuary. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a haberdashery to pick up a Big Gulp. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the bakery and pay Noah 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 emerald green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought immediately. He walked past an olive man carrying a grubby orchid. 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 France or South Africa, meeting glamorous and statuesque people, pulling out his bayonette and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the bakery a bit late...
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