Free Brown, Berengaria - Dragons Redeemed [Dragon Lovers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown

letterhead paper and envelopes. “Take a picture of them,” she whispered.
    After he did, she carefully replaced the lid and used his sweatshirt to close the door behind them.
    Next was what looked like a mini-kitchen or staff lunchroom, but the refrigerator was empty, and there were no dishes in the dishwasher.
    “I’m getting the feeling this is a waste of time,” said Penllyn.
    “A building this size is costing him plenty of money in city charges, even if he owns it outright. Never mind what he could be getting for it in rent. So there has to be a reason why he has it,” said Crevan.
    “Unless it’s not his at all, just a red herring to get me here tonight,” said Trudy thoughtfully.
    “Well, we’re here now, so we may as well look everywhere,” suggested Daegan practically.
    At the top of the stairs was a tiny entry area then a locked door closing off the entire upstairs floor space. Trudy spent some time looking at the door and all around it but saw no sign of any security system. No light beams or any electronic equipment at all.
    “Move back onto the stairs so I can look around here properly,” she ordered the men. Once they were out of the way, she checked the floor then transformed and looked along all the cornices and all around the stairwell. Still nothing.
    Collecting her lockpicks from Graegor once again, Trudy tried the door. It was not as simple a lock as the others, but it still wasn’t great security. Especially considering there seemed to be nothing else to back it up. But she was as certain as she could be the door wasn’t alarmed. The lock clicked, and Trudy gently pushed it open using her elbow, then took a flashlight from Penllyn, who was holding it, and shone it into the room. The room was the full size of the building, windowless, and artwork hung on the walls while statues and carvings sat on pedestals.
    Crevan used Graegor’s sweatshirt to turn on the light, and then Graegor walked slowly down the room taking picture after picture of each painting, statue, carving, table, and even the floorboards and ceiling.
    “Well, well, well. It was a warehouse after all. A warehouse for his ill-gotten artworks, the ones he doesn’t display in his home or office,” said Crevan.
    “Don’t worry. I’m taking several pictures of each piece in the hopes that their rightful owners may come looking for them. But I don’t think we should stay here much longer,” said Graegor.
    “Yes, it’s time to go. I’m just stunned he wouldn’t have better security. And what the fuck was he thinking to ask me to come here?”
    “Now that’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question. But we’ll talk about it back home. I agree that it’s high time we got out of here,” replied Crevan.
    Graegor walked slowly back down the room, snapping picture after picture, and then Trudy relocked the doors, and they left, heading back to the museum as they’d come.

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    It was getting close to dawn, more than time they were off the streets, agreed Trudy. But she still enjoyed the flight, flitting up and around rooftops, peeking in windows, as she made her way back to the museum. Crevan and Penllyn stayed very close to her, but she didn’t feel any fear. Not of bad people, nor of birds or animals that might think she was a breakfast snack.
    The rope hanging off the side of the museum did give her reason to worry though, and she stopped mid-flight when she saw it. Crevan and Penllyn body slammed her between them, and she clearly heard Crevan’s voice in her head. “Get her inside and lock her up safely. Then send Daegan out here to help me see what’s going on. I smell Teivel, and it’s not good.”
    Penllyn ushered her over to Mallory’s apartment door and shifted so he could knock on it. Trudy preferred not to become naked if Teivel—or anyone else—was around. When she shape-shifted, she planned to have her steel-toed boots on before she met anyone she didn’t trust. Someone should be aware of the