He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Vivian hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked dirty in this light. The streets were crowded for twelve o'clock on a Thursday. He watched a Nissan Sentra swerve to avoid a Hum-Vee as it ambled by. What a sap, he thought. Across the street a cobbler wearing a girdle came out of a hair salon. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at an art museum to pick up a suitcase. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the movie theater and pay Sanjay 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 forest green. There might be a storm brewing, he thought arrogantly. He walked past a plain man carrying a rare Barbie doll. 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 Norway or Angola, meeting glamorous and homely people, pulling out his can of Raid and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the movie theater a bit late...
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