JARED'S POV
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There's not a place I haven't found that could be connected to the Geller's, but choosing the right one is where it gets tricky. "We have these locations where the guys spotted movement about ten minutes ago," Mason deadpans, tossing a map and photos onto the table. It's an old cabin in the woods in the backyard of their mansion. I recognize it because when our rivalry started, I had every inch of their property investigated without leaving a trace. "Let's go," I demand when the knot in my chest becomes tighter, and it feels like my heart is throbbing in my ears.
"Are you sure?", "It's in the middle of the night, the other places were a bust and you can't tell me that it isn't suspicious. I said let's go and stop wasting time!" I yell, and storm out of the house, but the
