Page 38 of Sam's Salvation

She nodded. “Did anyone look in the garage?”

“Not sure.”

“Okay. I’ll go check.”

“I’ll find you when I’m done in here.”

Audra nodded again and left him to finish the bedroom. In the living room, she found Max on his knees, checking the bottom of the entertainment center.

“Has anyone been in the garage?”

He glanced her way. “No.”

Audra wandered into the kitchen and opened the door that led to the two-car garage. She stepped onto the concrete floor and glanced around. It was rather empty. A bicycle leaned against the wall to the left of the door, a helmet hanging off the handlebars. In the far corner across from the door, a broom and a rake sat propped against the wall near a door that led to the back garden. A small toolbox sat on the utility bench on the wall to her right.

She walked over and opened it. Poking through, she only saw basic tools. With a huff, she shut the lid. Bending down, she looked under the bench and ran her hand along the underside of the facing. It was clean. She gave the room another once over, but there was nowhere else to hide anything. She went back inside.

Sam emerged from the hallway, Dean following him, as she stepped inside. “Are you already done searching out there?”

She nodded. “It’s pretty empty.”

“There’s nothing here,” Max said. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Audra found some bank statements.” Sam gestured to her. “I think that’s about all we’re going to get.”

“Okay,” Dean said. “Let’s get out of here, then. Same way we came in.”

“Give me those papers, Aud.” Sam held out a hand.

She passed them over, and he tucked them into his jeans pocket.

With a nod, he headed for the door. “Let’s go.”

Sixteen

The door snicked shut as the four of them piled into Dean and Max’s room. Sam stopped in the doorway and stared. Damn.

“Bloody hell.” Audra stopped next to him. “I didn’t know this place had rooms this fancy.”

Max grinned and walked around them. “It’s nice being rich.”

“I guess so.” Audra shook her head and walked over to the couch. She grimaced as she sat. “It doesn’t make the furniture any softer, though.”

Dean barked a short laugh. “Nope. I tried to tell him he was wasting his money in a place like this, but he didn’t care.” He lifted a shoulder. “I got my own bedroom so I don’t have to listen to him snore. I quit complaining once I found that out.”

“I don’t snore,” Max retorted.

“Just like you don’t flirt with every woman you meet?”

“I don’t do that, either.”

Audra chuckled. “The military really does make you all brothers, doesn’t it?”

“Sometimes, yes,” Sam said. “Can we knock off the arguing and dig into these bank statements?” He walked over to the desk and took the papers from his pocket, laying them out on the wooden surface.

“What’s to look at?” Max asked. “There aren’t any account numbers to tell us who sent him the money. Hell, we can’t even see his account number.”

“No, but it’ll give Asher something to go on. And some of these, there might be enough in the name we can get something from a basic internet search.” Sam rolled the chair out and sat down. He set his phone on the desk and opened his calculator app. “Can one of you read off the larger amounts? I want to add them up.”