Beverly Hills, Ivan's car stopped by Sunset Boulevard, he picked up the high-definition camera from the passenger seat, slung it around his neck after getting out of the car, and approached a nearby psychological clinic. He bought a copy of the Los Angeles Times and sat on a bench near the green space, waiting patiently.
Only a few minutes had passed when a black Escalade parked in front of the psychological clinic. Ivan stood up, put down the newspaper, picked up the camera, and aimed the lens over there.
The rear door of the Escalade opened and Martin, dressed in casual clothes, stepped out of the car and walked towards the clinic's entrance in no hurry.
Ivan was well aware that Martin was deliberately giving him time to take pictures, so he quickly pressed the shutter.
After several clicks, Martin disappeared from the lens of the camera and walked into the clinic.
