It was already sunset, and Xander did not know where Erin had gone. She had been true to her word about giving him free time, but instead of enjoying the freedom, he found himself searching for her. After what she had done earlier, he had been caught off guard and could not shake it off his mind the entire day.
His feet carried him along the shoreline, the waves lapping gently at his boots, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Rebel.
“Sage,” Xander answered, lowering his voice.
“There was a change of plan. Our intel reported an early shipment bound to Shanghai.”
Xander froze. “When?”
“On June tenth.”
His brows furrowed. That was far earlier than expected. There had to be a trigger, something that forced the syndicate to adjust their timeline. His thoughts immediately went to
