Edgard stays motionless on the floor for a moment, listening with every inch of his body. Once he's certain all he can hear is his rocketing heartbeat and shallow breaths, he pulls himself upward to look inside the drawers.

His eyes widen as he blinks into them, both a gaping abyss of nothing. They are completely empty, what the fuck! He places his palms in the bottom and checks the corners. No fork.

He turns his eyes to the trunk. Doubt that is empty.