In the afternoon at the shopping mall parking lot, Amelia Cobb stood just a few dozen meters away from her parking spot, looking at the document bag in her hand, pinching it as if to confirm what was inside.
In a moment, her slender fingertips untied the coils on the document bag one by one.
The faster her hands moved, the more nervous someone felt.
Until the last circle.
Inside the car, the man who watched all this had his fingertips slowly fall on the steering wheel.
Just as Amelia's hand reached into the document bag to pull out the documents,
Juliet Walker's palm was a little closer to the horn.
As soon as the edge of the paper in the document bag was exposed, the horn of Juliet's car sounded short and urgent.
What followed was a helmet-wearing Speed Racer flying past Amelia and snatching the document from her hand.
