He walked out of his building, still pondering the case. Betty hadn't given him a lot to go on, but he had plenty to think about. The buildings of the city looked speckled in this light. The streets were uncrowded for six o'clock on a Monday. He watched a school bus swerve to avoid a Falcon as it flounced by. What a big oaf, he thought. Across the street a delivery driver wearing a false moustache came out of a library. You don't see that very often anymore. His first stop was at a laboratory to pick up a pizza. No luck; they were sold out. Well, no time like the present to stop by the flower shop and pay Pablo 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 white. There might be a storm brewing, he thought sorrowfully. He walked past a lean man carrying an ornate cupcake. 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 Poland or Nicaragua, meeting glamorous and vivacious people, pulling out his syringe and whacking anyone who got in his way. Sorry to disappoint them; his worst problem was boredom.
He arrived at the flower shop a bit late...
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