We'll have to get in and get out without being detected. That includes not making a mess. A detective must never let their target know they are on their trail. Doing so would endanger the investigation, and at times, people's livelihoods.
Tick. Tick. I watch as the seconds fade away. From behind the corner I watch the stairs closely. My ears pointing upwards in anticipation. I can hear the squeaking floorboards. Noel rises from the stairs, on his way to pick up fresh goods. This is our moment to strike.
When the coast is clear, my companion and I move quickly, but subtlety. We head down to the bar, peeking around the corner for any signs of life. Fortunately, it appears the coast is clear. Quietly, we head the kitchen. The first thing we notice is the sweet aroma filling the air. A freshly baked pie sits in plain sight. It seems he has been trying to perfect a classic recipe. The rest of the kitchen seems nicely organized. I almost feel bad for rummaging through his materials.