Conversation · Abandoned Lorry

"Women.." (Shake your head.) "Always up to something."

"Yes, well..." He quickly disregards your statement as another one of your neurotic outbursts.

"So Ruby really is running a complex operation out of her lorry."

"At least we can now ask Titus some concrete questions about it."

The movie stars are still smiling from the walls... the radio transmitter sits on the centre console and a faint smell of perfume is in the air.

"Wait, the missing eighth Hardie? Here?"

Back up into the cabin again.

"Looks like the driver has glued a piece of sandpaper to fix the slippery throttle of their FALN A-Z 'Tempo'."

"What a novel technique..." The lieutenant leans closer. "You sure do know your lorries, officer."

But why the sandpaper?

No idea... You could peel off the sandpaper to peak underneath, but that would be tampering with the scene.

I don't care about rules, I need to get some results! (Peel off the sandpaper.)

The throttle underneath looks as smooth as glass, slippery even... The sandpaper must be there to add some extra grip!

I could just take a peak... A teensy-weensy peek... (Peel off just the edge.)

Look around the cabin again.

"Why would anyone glue a piece of sandpaper to the gas pedal?"

"Sandpaper?" the lieutenant repeats. "A novel technique... Must be to offer some extra grip to the driver's foot."

The sandpaper would also rub off the pattern from the driver's right boot sole...

... matching one of the footprints found from the crime scene. Which means that the missing lady driver was present at the lynching!

Wait, the missing eighth Hardie?

Looks like it, yes.

Women... (Shake your head.) Always the most deceitful ones.

You've identified the missing eighth person at the lynching. Do you think that Hardie and his boys had anything to do with the drug trade?

The entire Union might be involved. Maybe even all of Martinaise... (Look around suspiciously.)

You should talk to them, see what they've got to say for themselves.

Not necessarily. The lady driver could have kept the drug trade a secret.

You should probably still talk to them, see what they've got to say for themselves.

This would fit what Joyce told us, but I don't want to make any assumptions.

Those jerks? Definitely.

You've identified one of the footprints, but there are still seven to go...

First the drug smuggling, now this... How deep does this rabbit hole go?

And she's also the one running the drug trade... What a handful.

Ruby really is running a complex operation out of her lorry.

She is, yes. You should talk to Titus about it, now you have some concrete evidence.

Wait, Ruby?

There's something odd about the passenger seat... The seating fabric has been pulled tight over the lower side of the seat where the toolbox should be.

This green FALN A-Z 'Contemporain' is parked in the shadow of the ruins looming overhead. It's seen better days.

Unlock the door with the key Tommy gave you.

You push the key into the lock and turn. It makes a cracking sound -- then the door pops back a few centimetres. You can just...

Open it.

How am I going to get this open?

"Use the prybar to smash the window. Open it from the inside."

"Good idea."

"I don't know how good it is, but this investigation has taken long enough. We can't afford it to take any longer."

"Really?"

"This has been hard enough. No need to make it any harder."

"Let's get the prybar from my Kineema and smash in the window."

With a key -- or a tool. Like, say, a prybar.

Good thing you have one!

But you don't have a prybar. The lieutenant would, but he drove away with it in his toolbox.

[Leave.]

Try to peek in the window.

The glass on the side windows is tinted and covered with dust. You can barely make out the shape of a seat and two steering levers.

Posters cover the small windows in the back -- you can't make out what's on them.

It feels like you're peeking into someone's home residence. Inside it's private, cozy, warm. Dusty, too.

Try the door handle.

The door is locked. The handle looks shiny, like it's recently replaced.

There's no picking this lock. The owner has put special care into it. It's a recessed design.

Smash the window in with the prybar.

With a firm grip you raise the prybar, a glint of light catching on the tip. Call down the hammer of truth and justice! Release your secrets, lorry cabin!