Rachel's POV
"His name is Carlos," Levi said.
We were still in the car, parked outside my building now with the engine idling. The doorman had glanced over once and then looked away, leaving us to our thing.
"Carlos," I repeated. "And what does Carlos want?"
"To get out." Levi turned to face me properly. "He says his life is in danger. He needs help leaving wherever he's been hiding and getting back into the city safely. He won't talk until that's arranged."
"Who's after him?"
"He wouldn't say."
"Of course he wouldn't." I looked out at the lobby entrance, the warm light spilling through the glass onto the pavement. "Levi, I want to be there when you bring him in. I want to hear it from him directly."
"Rachel—"
"I mean it. I'm not going to sit in my office while someone tells you s
