I wonder if he'd notice if some of this went missing, Tess thinks to herself, the urge to snag some of the drugs lying out in the open a difficult temptation to resist. That's a lot of money I could spend on a new pair of shoes. Or a nice meal.
"That is pretty par for the course for this sort of guy," Tess says, having spent many an evening in places just like this one, with guys presumably just like the one who lives here. "And the sort of guy who lives like this tends to have a safe or hiding spot somewhere for all his 'valuables.' Money, encrypted data, a secret family recipe, you name it. The question is, where is it hidden?"