Marco gave Lana a farewell wave, before patting on his thigh to get Bearbear's attention so she would follow. He spent a minute in the kitchen, grabbing food for the dog, before heading back upstairs. Maybe a little too quickly. He had more searching to do.
Not as much searching as he thought, though. Upon his return to his room, Bearbear launched herself at the bed, enough to shift the mattress, and even more so as she ran in little circles around it. He shooed her off, worried that she would take a wrong step and go tumbling off the bed after hopping on the part that wasn't on the box spring. He moved to push it back, but heard something else shift, and so he lifted it a little more when he got the nagging feeling that this was important.
And there it was. The stash of heroin, his needles, his lighter and spoon, all tucked under the mattress. He sighed, still unsure of if it was out of relief or disappointment, Whatever it was would matter less once he shot up.