KELLAN'S P.O.V

The sun was hot, as usual.

July squinted, pressing her sunglasses higher as we stepped out of my car and crossed the road to the surveillance truck parked two streets away from the Beaus' family mansion.

The vehicle didn’t look like much from the outside, just a black delivery truck with tinted windows, but inside was a different world.

We reached the doors of the truck and I keyed in the security code by the door. The lock clicked, and the back doors slid open to reveal ...