Westbound on Sunset Boulevard she dissected morning traffic with the precision of a pirouetting scalpel.
The Porsche Cayenne sailed through Brentwood and Mandeville Canyon, past the Riviera Country Club and down to the Pacific Coast Highway.
She knew these neighborhoods well. This is where she had grown up. She had stolen her first car from a Wells Fargo Bank parking lot in Pacific Palisades.
Nobody was following them. Her four passengers kept looking each other over for any undetected wounds from the bomb that went off on the patio at the Hotel Bel-Air.
Westbound on Sunset Boulevard, blood dripped on the golden leather seats of the Porsche Cayenne.
