[There's not much to be found inside Harding's car. There's the man himself, sleeping with his flask held close to his stomach, a golden band on his ring finger, but not much else of interest. His handgun is holstered at his hip. Unlike the strange guns wielded by the other police officers, his is an actual gun. Other than that, there are no other weapons in the car.
On the floor next to the passenger seat, visible only if you were to be looking on that side, is something small and square and dark: a black wallet.]
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On the floor next to the passenger seat, visible only if you were to be looking on that side, is something small and square and dark: a black wallet.]