Detergent Jones stared at the small bag of crystals.
He knew he could aquire them if he could only find a clue as to how ...
"Stop lookin' around the place Dert ya fuckin mong ya want the gear or not?" the large angry man said.
Detergent continued to stare around, somehow he would solve the case of the meth with no money, if he could only find that clue.