REDA
small group of fit, shiny younger women exited the God!ess studio. They chatted in pairs or alone, walking to their BMWs, Mercedes, and Audis. It was ten o’clock on a Wednesday morning.
Red watched, crouched low behind the steering wheel of her old Toyota, her heart beating fast, scanning the group for Sasha. Which car did she drive? Mercedes? Maybe the hybrid BMW? That would be in keeping with her brand. Her name wasn’t on the teaching schedule for the day, but a young woman who’d answered Red’s call earlier had said that Sasha would be at the studio, “From eleven thirty to three mostly. I think, maybe?”
Meeting Dani had sparked a flame. The woman was charming, chubby yet pretty, and slightly neurotic, but who wasn’t these days? The lot quickly emptied, leaving only a white Escala
