I walked through each room, carefully looking over anything I might have missed. Just when I was about to call it quits, I saw his trash can next to his desk.
It was the one place I hadn't looked yet. But, come on! Maybe this was what the real P.I.'s did, but it certainly wasn't my cup of tea. Then I looked up and saw a picture of myself on his file cabinet. It made me feel a tinge of guilt. Well, alright. Only for you, Tex. I humbled myself to my knees and went through the grueling process of searching through his trash.
I didn't find much of interest. Tex didn't have much to throw away. Most of it was paper, thank heaven. Just some pieces of junk mail and the wrapper to a pack of Luckys. Then, toward the bottom of the basket, I saw something interesting.
It was a receipt for some piece of jewelry at Rook's Pawn Shop. I had looked through Rook's jewelry selection before; it was all very beautiful and very expensive. It was hard to make out the exact price Tex paid from the receipt because of the creases, but I estimated it to be over a thousand dollars--I spotted at least three zeros.
What would Tex need to buy on a budget as tight as his? He hadn't had a decent paying client in a while, and I wondered where he got the income at all. Was the jewelry related to his case? I decided to ask Rook about it later when I got the chance.
Chance--it was time now to pay a call to my brother. I stepped outside to head toward my speeder. (Go on to 6.)