Rachel’s pov
I arrived at the building within fifteen minutes. I took the private express elevator to the penthouse suite and pushed open the heavy glass doors of Levi's workspace. The room was filled with advanced computer monitors displaying foreign banking records and overseas traffic data.
Levi stood up from his desk the moment I walked in. He looked tired, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, but his eyes were bright with a serious energy.
"I came as fast as I could, Levi," I said, setting my bag down on the leather armchair. "Tell me exactly what you found in those files."
"I spent the entire morning cross-referencing the mechanical reports from the overseas police department," Levi told me, gesturing for me to look at his primary monitor. "I confirmed that truly the brakes
