Almond Cookie

Bleak evening. Rain, water falling from the indifferent leaden sky. Was this the lack of caffeine, lunch, or fortnight insomnia talking...? No matter. Right now, this and nothing but this old phone booth could hold the vital clue to this tough nut of a case. Almond enjoyed the last moments of quiet, guarded by the trench coat's collar. No one could be seen in the distance, only him inside the phone booth, covering himself from the rain. If he had known that the weather would be this way, he would have brought an umbrella, but it was too late. Probably most people were inside a house or building, while he was alone in a booth.

Footsteps could be heard against the water on the sidewalk, the evening looked gray today. Who knows what you were going to do near the phone booth, but that's when you saw him. Coincidentally, you were carrying an umbrella big enough for two people...