Sunnyside, Utah struck her as a contender, possibly a good place to lie low.
Early one morning when she was still in Los Angeles, when it was still early and creamy light fell on her poolside cabana at the Bel-Air, she studied the map.
But only briefly.
Word gets out in a hurry when there’s a stranger in town.
She didn’t want to be stuck for the winter up in Sunnyside, Utah.
She was all too aware of the dangerous comforts of remote backwaters.
These people would hunt her down. They’d located her in Laguna Beach. They’d be after her until their organization was torn asunder.
Probably best to stay put.
For now she would hide in plain sight, beneath the city’s sprawling veil of mercies.
