Chris grunted as he emerged from his car and walked into the Storage building's main office. The small room only could fit the desk that occupied most of the space, two chairs and a file cabinet.

The woman behind the desk looked him over before asking him want he needed.

Chris pulled out his badge and then the photo of his John, "Detective Chris Larabee, I believe this man has a storage unit here. I'll be needing to get inside it."

"I can't authorize that without the owner's consent."

Chris sighed and pulled the warrant he had in his inner pocket and set it on the desk.

"The key to the storage unit please."

The woman looked over the warrant and sighed before looking in the desk for a key.

Chris pulled his gloves on before using the key to get into the unit. Pulling the door up, he looked for the light that was against the wall.

Flipping it on, he looked around the room that was filled with crates. Larabee found a crowbar lying against the wall and played with it in his hands before prying open the first the crate.

Lifting the lid off, Chris looked inside and gave a half smile as pushed the rest of the lid off to the side.

Inside was a piece of artwork that had been stolen four months ago. No one had known what had happened and suspected it was art thief that had been stealing art pieces over the past three years.

Pulling out his phone he called for a unit to come over and retrieve the rest of the crates.

While he waited for the unis to show up, Chris opened the rest of the crates.

From what he knew of his John Doe, the man was really slippery. He was able to escape the hospital after being unconscious for almost two weeks. The man definitely had skills and intrigued Chris. He was interested in finding out who this man really was.

When the other police officers arrived, Chris phoned Vin to find out how the search was going on his missing John.

"Hiya, I was just about to call you. I found your man. Sorry it took so long. He was pretty good at avoiding cameras but we were able to pull some traffic cameras to find the car he was using. Anyway, he is hiding out in a motel. Should I wait for you to show up before going in?"

"Yeah thanks. I'll come by when night falls. Stay out of sight. I don't want him getting scared and go into the wind again."

"Sure thing."

Chris hurried over to his car and got inside. The vibrating of his phone stopped him before he started the car.

"Larabee."

"Detective," it was the cop he sent to the bank, "I was able to find a safety deposit box belonging to the John. Want me to bring to bring the contents to the precinct?"

"Yeah, I'm headed over there now."

"Ok then."

Chris dropped his phone on the seat next to him and started the car and put it in drive.

He was several steps closer to finding out his mysterious man's identity and the bomber.