He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Magnolia hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked puzzling in this light. The streets were crowded for six o'clock on a Friday. He watched an Infiniti swerve to avoid an Edsel as it ambled by. What a numskull, he thought. Across the street an aeronautical engineer wearing a pair of moon boots came out of a fortune teller shop. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an ad agency to pick up a pail. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the popcorn shop and pay Michaelangelo 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 chocolate brown. There might be a storm brewing, he thought violently. He walked past a lean man carrying a prickly box of candy. 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 Slovakia or Afghanistan, meeting glamorous and tired people, pulling out his boomerang and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the popcorn shop a bit late...
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