Rachel's POV
The drive back from the docks was the longest of my life.
I sat in the passenger seat with my hands in my lap and looked straight ahead and said nothing for the first ten minutes. Levi drove. The city came back around us gradually, the waterfront giving way to roads and then to the familiar grid of streets, and the sky was fully light now, the kind of flat grey morning that didn't commit to anything.
Carlos was shot dead before a single word had left his mouth. Whoever had arranged that had been watching us. Had known exactly where we were going to be and when, had positioned themselves ahead of time and waited, and had executed it cleanly enough that Levi's men hadn't spotted anything useful before the dock cleared.
"We have to find another way in," I said.
Levi glanced
