Jason POVApparently, Jasmine had run out of patience.I should have expected it. Leaving an eighteen-year-old who had recently been shot outside a suspicious hotel room with nothing to do except listen to other people talk had probably been optimistic from the beginning. Noah had been keeping me updated, and for several hours they had done exactly what Mr. Stait wanted: observe, listen, collect information and avoid confrontation.Then my phone vibrated.The message was from Jasmine.Don't yell.I stared at those two words and immediately knew I was going to yell.Another message arrived before I could respond.I found something.There was a photograph attached beneath it.At first, I didn't understand what I was looking at. It was a hotel room photographed from an angle that suggested Jasmine had taken the picture quickly. Part of the bed was visible, along with several bottles, discarded glasses and the kind of mess I expected from a room occupied by men who had apparently spent ho
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