Queen of Rebels (Shifters of Sherwood Book 3) by Jade R. Evans

Author:Jade R. Evans [Evans, Jade R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jade R. Evans
Published: 2025-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

"I still can't believe," Will says, swirling his paper cup of wine, "that our resident computer nerd managed to take down two deputies. As a wolf."

Tuck ducks his head, but I catch the pleased flush creeping up his neck. He's been quietly glowing since we got back, like someone turned up his internal dimmer switch.

“Three,” I correct, reaching for the bottle—one of a few Will apparently "liberated” the Fox Hunt Club after the guests had left and no one was looking. "And you forgot the part where he used Guy's own security system against them."

“Two and a half," Tuck mumbles into his glass. "That last one mostly just tripped over his own feet."

"Still counts." Rob's sprawled in the hideout's one reasonably sturdy chair, feet propped on a crate. His eyes catch mine across the room, and there's something knowing in his smile that makes my cheeks heat. "Though I notice you're leaving out certain... other details from your little adventure."

LJ snorts from his spot by the window. "Like why their quick in and out wasn’t quite so quick?” He casts a glance at us. “You take the long way home, or something?”

"Traffic," Tuck and I say in perfect unison, which only makes everyone laugh harder.

"Right." Will's voice drips aristocratic skepticism. "I'm sure it was bumper-to-bumper on the forest road. At midnight.”

I throw a crumpled-up food wrapper at his head, which he dodges—maddeningly. "You try driving stick after stealing a whole freaking library. My nerves were shot.”

"Speaking of which..." Rob leans forward, suddenly serious. "What exactly do we have our hands on, here? Besides Maren’s pride and joy.”

“I swear, that car is like the cat that came back,” Will says. “Just when we thought it was out, she drags it back in.”

Rob, though, and LJ, are drawing closer to the stack of...everything we brought with us.

Tuck clears his throat, that familiar focused look settling onto his face, the puckered V of determination between his eyebrows. “It’s not really in a particular order. I printed it out all kind of...at random. Grabbed whatever I could.”

Still, he organizes the papers into neat stacks, because of course he does. Rob stays in his chair but leans forward, elbows on knees, while LJ prowls behind us.

“Where do we start?” he asks.

“I mean, follow the money, am I right?” Rob says, nudging Tuck.

Tuck lifts a sheet, then another. “Way ahead of you.” He passes the sheet to me to examine.

"What?" I lean closer, his familiar smell mingling with the rich scent of the wine.

"Look at these transfers." He points to a series of transactions I can barely make out in the orange-gold of the firelight. "See how they're all running through the same business bank account at SNB? For a business called—”

“Sherwood Holdings LLC,” I read aloud. “What does that even mean? It sounds fake.”

“It is fake,” Tuck says. “More or less. It's what we call a shell corporation."

“Like the gas company?” Rob asks. Tuck gives him a shove.

“Don’t be cute. You know exactly how these work.

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