Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,111

Dave stole,” Bree said with a grin. “I think I know where they stashed it.”

* * *

“This doesn’t really seem like the kind of place a criminal would store millions and millions of dollars’ worth of money, jewelry, art, and collectibles,” Trey said from the front passenger seat as Hale pulled the SWAT SUV into a parking space of the self-storage facility.

Studying the clean and neat facade of the building, Bree had to agree. But this was the address from Ken’s notes.

Diego sat in the back seat beside her, clearly still annoyed she’d blackmailed him into letting her come with them. While the moment they’d shared, where they’d confessed how much they loved each other, had been amazing, it didn’t change the fact that Diego hadn’t wanted to bring her along. They’d argued for a few minutes, until she finally pointed out she wouldn’t give him the address for Dave and Hobbs’s cache of stolen goods unless they took her with them. She agreed with him that Brandon should go back to the SWAT compound with Connor and that cute cat that always followed him around, but since she’d figured out Hobbs and her ex had been working together, she deserved to be there when they recovered all the stuff they’d stolen.

“This is as much my investigation as it is yours,” she’d insisted.

Diego scowled at her, but she could tell there was no way he could refute that logic. “Okay,” he finally said. “But only because we’re going to a self-storage place and I don’t think it’ll be dangerous.”

That was good enough for her.

Since it was within normal business hours, the front gate was open, giving them access to the storage units. If it had been a few hours later, the facility would have been locked up and the only way in would have been to enter with a pass code they didn’t have. Diego told her they then would have had to get a warrant.

They were halfway down the hallway toward Hobbs’s storage unit when Diego and Trey stiffened and pulled their weapons. Hale quickly followed suit.

“Hobbs has been here,” Diego muttered, motioning for her to stay behind them. “Recently.”

The place was a maze of twists and turns, but Diego and his pack mates didn’t slow as they hurried past the endless line of individual storage units, and Bree had no choice but to run so she could keep up.

The metal roll-up door on the unit Hobbs had rented was open, and when Bree finally caught up and got a peek inside, she was relieved to see the space was filled with what had to be at least twenty sealed cardboard boxes, some discarded pieces of bubble wrap, and a few rolls of packing tape.

The mere sight of the tape was enough to draw a shudder from her body. Being strapped down to that chair while Diego and Brandon had been struggling with Dave had been the worst moment of her life.

She, Diego, and Trey walked inside while Hale stayed near the door, half of his attention on the hallway. Holstering his gun, Trey took out a pocketknife and sliced open one of the larger boxes, while Diego did the same with another.

“This one has some kind of paintings,” Trey said, pulling back several layers of bubble wrap to reveal a piece of color-splashed canvas.

“Jewels and a vase of some kind over here,” Diego announced as he peeked in the top of an opened box.

It only took Bree a few seconds to confirm what she already knew. “This is all the stuff stolen from Ken’s clients. If everything is here, you’re easily talking fifty or sixty million dollars’ worth of stuff.”

When they opened the other boxes, Bree was relieved to see they held the rest of the stuff that had been stolen. She was getting everything back—every single piece—which meant she’d saved her bosses millions. She felt like doing a happy dance.

“Okay, two questions,” Trey said, looking around at all the boxes they’d opened. “One, if this is all stuff from Ken’s clients, where’s the crap they stole from the jewelry stores and banks? And two, where’s Hobbs? It’s obvious this stuff is packed up and ready to go.”

“Maybe the stuff from the other jobs is stored in a different unit?” Hale mused, but Diego and Trey motioned him to silence, drawing their weapons and aiming them at the entrance to the unit.

A few seconds later, Bree heard a rhythmic squeak that could only belong to rolling wheels. She