If she weren't smart, she wouldn't have said what she just did.
She said what Annie liked to hear, and their conversation at the museum that day was quite pleasant.
When Lydia left. June looked at her sitting in the back seat.
She asked curiously, "How did it go?"
"Well, not bad."
She took her gaze back from the traffic outside the window.
In the afternoon, around five or six o'clock, it was the busiest time for traffic in this city.
Lydia was not in a hurry, sitting in the car watching the traffic coming and going.
She thought of Madeline.
"Did you contact the person I asked you to find?"
Lydia looked at June, who was driving, and June shook her head: "No."
"It's rare for anyone to find someone President Robinson intends to hide. I've tried to follow him a few times, but I was discovered by his guards before I even started."
Lydia's fingertips resting on her knees slowly tapped, "No need to follow."
"Someone will be sent to us. Wasn't that what Annie meant today?"
