The wreck on Hilgard Avenue was just down from the church.
Given her druthers, Cecile would have moved back into her bungalow at the Hotel Bel-Air. But to return to the scene of the crime, a crime she had not committed, wasn’t in the cards.
She was no longer on the run from the cartel. Somehow, she had managed to patch up the relationship to the point it may have been better than ever, so she was quite content to stay in Los Angeles.
The wreck on Hilgard Avenue could only have happened in the rain.
