As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, a loud commotion immediately caught my attention.

Several traffic police officers stood at the northwest corner of the parking lot, with barriers set up around them, silently signaling pedestrians to stay away. In the middle sat a black SUV. The front windshield was shattered, and the rear windows looked like they’d been smashed too. The entire vehicle was in a deplorable state.

“Linda, what’s going on?” Jim followed my gaze, and his tone noticeably soured. “John!”

“John…”

Only then did I realize why we hadn’t seen him earlier—he’d been dealing with a traffic incident. Or rather, to be more accurate, intentional...