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And today, I was about to do so with myself harder

As with any dangerous game, there were rules to abide by: no children, no elderly, no struggling, average folk I thrived on the rich, targeting the prototypes of s and the men in the Brunello Cucinelli suits The ladies with the poodles peeking out froentlear what a normal person would put toward their monthly rent

Spotting potential victily easy Todos Santos was the richest town in California, as of the 2018 census, and much to the old money’s dis on this piece of land, arh jewelry to sink a battleship

I shookat the explosion of colors, scents and tan, half-clothed bodies Focus, Edie, focus

Prey A good hunter could smell it from miles away

Myattention to herself She threw her head back, revealing a straight row of pearly whites Atrophy wife, wrapped head-to-toe in the latest season’s gar his belovedthe them as his very personal assistants My ner iteer women who entertained him I kneealth when I saw it And this wory Not for food and not for love, the only two things that mattered

Little did she know, herto buyto fill my heart to the brim

“I’ve been dying for a duck salad at The Brasserie Think we can go there to her chin-length platinum bob with her manicured hand

Her back was already to me when I noticed her arm was linked with that of a tall, dark, and handsome type, at least twenty years her junior Built like Robocop and dressed like a dapper David Beckham Was he her boy toy? Husband? Old friend? Son? It made little-to-no difference to me

She was the perfect victi ith her wallet would be merely an inconvenience for this lady She probably had a PA or some other form of poor, unfortunate soul on her payroll to deal with the consequences Someone ould order new credit cards and issue a new driver’s license and unburden her from the nuisance of bureaucracy

Someone like Camila

Stealing was ht rope The secret was in your poise and ability to not look into the abyss, or in my case, the victih the throng of boisterous teenyboppers in bikinis and faold YSL bag dangling from her arm

Sounds became muffled, bodies and food trucks vanished frooal

Recalling everything I’d learned froed for the purse I yanked it from her ar the shops and restaurants on the boardwalk I didn’t look back I ran blindly, desperately, furiously