Then Marcus's voice returned, hoarse and incredulous. "You just torched a fifty-thousand-dollar coat."
Lina muted him.
She looked at her reflection in the darkened screen of her phone. Somewhere in the shattered pattern of the bodysuit, she saw the seventeen-year-old girl who'd arrived in Shanghai with nothing but a borrowed handbag and a stolen iPhone. That girl had taken a selfie in a grimy hostel mirror and written beneath it: One day, they'll all look. selfie big boobs
She turned the shard over. On its back was a QR code, laser-etched into the glass. Then Marcus's voice returned, hoarse and incredulous