"Right." Mona gave Haley a sidelong glance. "Don't touch anything, okay?"

The back room had more rows of drawers on the walls. Banks of them. Each labelled with small, neat letters on paper that was varying degrees of yellowed. Some were dated. There were some larger bottles and boxes on top of the cabinets, and a safe tucked underneath the staircase at the far end of the room.

Mona grabbed a basket and a stepladder and started pulling open drawers, collecting an assortment of vials and baggies. A couple drawers she had to unlock with a key from around her neck. "You know, in the future, I do accept trades if you can offer ingredients I can't get on my own."