Molly
The drive to the docks feels longer than it actually is.
The city lights slowly disappear behind us as the road grows darker and emptier. Soon the scent of salt and rust fills the air. The docks at night are a completely different world…quiet, cold, and almost abandoned.
When the warehouse finally comes into view, my stomach twists.
Large metal buildings sit along the water, and faint yellow lights hang over the entrances, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.
But it’s far from empty.
Several black SUVs are parked around the warehouse Levy mentioned. Men are standing near them, some smoking, some walking around with their hands tucked inside their jackets. Even from here I can tell they’re watching everything.
Security.
A lot of it.
Charles slows the car and par
