The cabinet is cleaned out, emptied.

Search for the Preptide again.

There it is, the orange sun wearing blister pack. You feel almost nostalgic for it.

Just take it in plain sight.

The lieutenant looks toward the door as if he didn't see you pilfer that sweet Preptide.

He did, though. He totally did and now he thinks less of you. Should have kept it sub rosa.

Who cares, man? Who cares what the stiff thinks? Here comes the afterburner! Just put it in your sweaty little hand now...

Feels like gold in your hands. Light and precious.

Take it -- in secret.

Silently the bottle slides into your palm, then -- as you turn -- into your pocket.

Feels so sleek and beautiful -- you got it! Here comes the afterburner! Time to become a super-detective again, Harry! Just put it in your sweaty little hand now...

You dropped it. Smack dab in the middle of the floor! There it is -- orange as the midsummer evening's sun.

Wow. That's unbelievably orange. Anyone can see that. It's practically effervescent!

Pick it up -- but secretly.

The lieutenant tries to keep his eyes on the door, but the Preptide bottle sounds like a rattlesnake -- it's basically a percussion instrument that you're stuffing into your pocket.

Who cares, man? Who cares what the stiff thinks? You got it. Here comes the afterburner! Just put it in your sweaty little hand now...

Pick it up.

You dropped it. Smack dab in the middle of the floor! There it is -- orange as the midsummer evening's sun, or the lieutenant's bomber jacket.

What's so exciting about this orange bottle?

It's speed, man! Just what you were looking for. They call it dextroamphetamine and talk about psychological disorders, but what we're seeing here is some scientifically advanced trucker speed!

Yes, take it... and then dispose of it! This den of narcomania cannot be allowed stand!

"Lieutenant, I also see a brand called 'Preptide.'"

"Preptide -- a euphemism for pharmaceutical amphetamine. Prescription speed."

The fuck are you waiting for, let's get super fucking PREPPIE!!!

[Close the cabinet.]

Search the pill sheets.

Among some foreign -- probably Messinian, or Gottwaldian -- marked red blister packs you find... what do you find? This is going to take a little know-how.

Is there something more interesting here?

A bright orange bottle with PREPTIDE stamped on it. In sunny, happy letters! Jackpot, baby! That's the stuff you're looking for! Your palms begin to sweat just holding that little plastic container.

Filthy narco! And look -- it's made right here in Revachol, by Saint-Batiste. A disgraceful pharmaceutical company attempting to lure people into the gutter. You should destroy it!

And your chest swells with pride -- look! It's made right here in Revachol, by Saint-Batiste, a proud Revacholian pharmaceutical company with great traditions!

...nothing of note. The further you look the more arcane it gets. You don't know what the rest of this stuff does.

"There's quite the collection in here."

"Anything of note?" he asks in a lowered voice.

Look at the toothbrush.

It's been used. Quite a lot.

But not for scrubbing blood off tiles -- or anything else interesting, it seems.

It's clean of chemical odours too. Just some dried toothpaste on the handle.

This toothbrush belongs to someone who doesn't give a damn about her teeth.

[Close the cabinet.]

This medicine cabinet is full of wares -- sheets of pills haphazardly stacked one on top of the other. There's also a toothbrush somewhere in there.