The car Lynch was riding in quickly stopped in the parking lot of the Sabin City Tax Bureau. From the stance and attitude of the armed guards at the entrance, it wouldn't be any problem to say this place is more like a police station than the Police Station itself.
After waiting a few minutes, Lynch got out of the car. He calmed the somewhat nervous Vera with a smile, then walked to the other side of the parking lot and got into another vehicle.
If anyone noticed, they would find that not too long ago, a familiar person had entered a somewhat unfamiliar car. Yes, it was Director Johnson, but whose car it was, no one could say for sure; they only knew it often appeared here and sometimes disappeared.
Once he was inside the car and had closed the door, the heavy sound of the door shutting filled the narrow space with a hard-to-describe sense of security.
Sitting in the back seat, Director Johnson couldn't help but complain, "You shouldn't come here looking for me; you know why..."
