Savages

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O decided to go all Kristin Scott Thomas with the travel wardrobe.

Spare but sensual.

Lotsa white and khaki. What she can’t find is that hat—big, floppy, packable, but still sexy—so she decides to leave SCP and drive over to Fashion Island in Newport Beach.

She gets back in her car, turns the key, and feels the blade at the back of her neck.

“Just drive, chica.”

She drives where the voice tells her, across Bristol into Costa Mesa, down some streets and to the back side of a little strip mall, where a Mexican in a baseball cap gets in the passenger side and jabs a needle in her thigh.