“The top ones aren’t. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find one open.”
He snorted. “Since when has luck been on our side?”
There was that. We checked anyway and, as it turned out, lady luck had obviously decided to throw us a small morsel. One of the rear top windows was open an inch or so.
Jak eyed it dubiously. “I’m gathering you’re going to use your magic trick to get up there?”
“Yeah.” I hauled off my dress and handed it to him. I’d already destroyed one set of clothes today – I wasn’t about to destroy another. “I’ll get you in if I can.”
His gaze skimmed me; then he sighed. “As lovely as ever. I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”
I grinned, but didn’t answer. I simply called to the Aedh, then whisked upward, slipping in through the small gap and cautiously looking around. The room appeared to be some sort of storeroom – metal shelving lined the walls, but there was little else here other than dust. I scooted under the small gap between the door and the concrete floor, then checked out the various rooms – all of which were empty – before making my way downstairs. Other than the offices that lined the road side of the building, it was a vast, empty space. Once I’d checked there were no hidden security cams, I shifted back to human form.
The madmen in my head went a little crazy with their knives, making my eyes water and my stomach twist alarmingly. But that was to be expected. Not only had I changed shape a fair bit so far today, but I’d yet to eat anything other than a few mouthfuls of bread. I waited until the ache eased and my stomach seemed less inclined to jump up my throat, then slowly rose. The chill air caressed my body, hardening my nipples and sending goose bumps skittering across my skin. But there was no sense of magic in its touch, nothing that suggested anything or anyone had been in here for some time.
“Jak? You there?”
“Right outside the loading bay door. You see anything?”
“No.” I spun around, my gaze sweeping the area. There was nothing here that prickled my psychic senses, either. “The place is empty.”
“The warehouse near Stane’s that we searched a few days ago looked empty,” he pointed out. “Until we fell through the damn floor and almost ended up a hellhound’s dinner.”
“Yeah, but we knew something had to be there because of the hellhound reports.”
“Lucian wouldn’t have hidden the coordinates of this place for no reason,” Jak said. “There has to be something – you just can’t see it.”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to find it by falling into it.”
But the truth was that might be the only way we would uncover what secrets this place might hold. I walked over and opened the window, but the bars were welded securely in place. As werewolves, we could have ripped them off easily enough, but again, that would only announce our presence to whoever owned this place. “How high can you jump?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Fairly high, especially with a run up.”
“Then go around the back. I’ll open that top window wider for you.”
He nodded, and disappeared. I ran back upstairs, and five seconds later he was scrambling in – sans my dress. I peered out the window. It was neatly folded next to the wall. “Why the hell did you leave it there?”
He grinned. “I may not be able to touch these days, but no wolf in his right mind is going to pass on the chance to look. Besides, we have to leave this place as we found it, and that means you closing the window and slipping back out in that other form of yours.”
“It’s bloody cold in this building, you know.”
He sighed dramatically, and proceeded to take off his cotton sweater. “You do spoil all my fun.”
“Sorry. But thanks.” I pulled it on. It was long enough to cover my butt, and was filled with the warm spicy scent of him. As I rolled up the sleeves, I added, “We do this the old-fashioned way – search every room carefully and see if we spring any traps.”
Which is precisely what we did. After more than an hour of walking up and down both levels of the building, we found precisely nothing.
“Damn it!” He thrust a hand through his dark hair. “There has to be a reason he hid the coordinates of this place.”
“Obviously.” I plonked down on the windowsill and rubbed my arms. “But maybe you need to be a sorcerer to find it.”
“Fat lot of good that does us when neither of us are.”
No, but Ilianna, while not a sorcerer, might be able to see what we could not. I hated the thought of dragging her here, but I really couldn’t see what other choice we had.
“Maybe we need to tackle this from another angle.” Jak crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “I could search public records, see who owns the place, and track them down. And in the meantime, we could keep a watch on the place.”
“A physical watch would be too noticeable. The area isn’t exactly a hive of activity.”