He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Robin hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked flexible in this light. The streets were crowded for eleven o'clock on a Wednesday. He watched a wood-paneled station wagon swerve to avoid a BMW as it barrelled by. What a baby, he thought. Across the street a hair stylist wearing a jumpsuit came out of an insurance agency. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a barbershop to pick up a box of candy. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the restaurant and pay Wayne 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 rose. There might be a storm brewing, he thought hysterically. He walked past an Asian man carrying a curved ice cream cone. 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 Ethiopia or the Philippines, meeting glamorous and humble people, pulling out his squirt gun and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the restaurant a bit late...
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