He peeked around a corner.
Nobody saw him.
Nobody looked in his direction.
Clark put his hands in his pocket pants and strolled over the sidewalk. He lifted his head and looked at the sky. The lizard didn't interrupt his walk when he passed a newsstand.
Nobody realized the quick movement of his hands.
Then he disappeared around the next corner in a lonely alley.
He looked around. He was alone.
Carefully, he took out the newspaper under his jacket. Satisfied about himself, he flicked through the pages.
Suddenly a little announce awoke his attention.
He looked closely at it.
"Desperado's detective agency. - If you need help, send us a message to the Dry Creek porter's loge."
Clark smirked.
"People and their ideas."
With a laugh, he folded the paper together.
- The end -
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