Rachel's POV
Levi called at half past six in the morning.
I was already awake. I'd been awake for an hour, lying in the dark staring at the ceiling of my penthouse bedroom with the city humming forty floors below, thinking about names I didn't have and answers I couldn't yet reach.
I picked up before the second ring.
"It's time," he said. "Get dressed. I'll be outside in twenty minutes."
I was ready in fifteen.
He took me to the international docks on the south side of the city.
I'd driven past this part of the waterfront before without ever having a reason to stop, it was working infrastructure, not the kind of place that appeared on any map you'd choose to follow. Levi navigated it easily, turning down roads that narrowed progressively until we were driving between high metal fen
