The nightfall was like water, and the streetlights were as dazzling as stars illuminating the entire city. On the wide roadway, a black SUV was speeding along.
Inside the car, Bertha Haines was persistently making phone calls, but no one was answering on the other end.
Amos Smith leaned lazily against the backrest, in contrast to Bertha's tension and worry, he appeared indifferent and in a foul mood.
"How could there be no one around for someone who goes out with seven or eight bodyguards?"
"Even if he has a habit of not sharing a room with anyone, his bodyguards would definitely stay very close to him. Why would he go out of his way to call you?"
In Bertha's eyes, Clare Lewis was already like a brother to her, so her perspective wasn't as objective as Amos'.
"Can't you stop thinking so badly of people?"
