You flip the lid off the dumpster and climb up to look inside. The smell the greets you is not pleasant, and even less pleasant is the fact that your bag definitely isn't in here. There is however a small raccoon. She chitters at you before scrambling up and over the lid.
"Sorry."
You say as the raccoon scurries away. You glance back down into the dumpster and notice a wallet sitting on top of the trash bags, nice leather and relatively clean. You reach in and fish it out. An ID for Sawyer Quinn with an address just a couple blocks away and a smirk on their relatively attractive face. There's also a couple of credit cards and, you do a quick flip through, $372 in cash.
