"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."