Chapter Twenty
“Hello. The name’s Sisco.” Kathrine looked up from the table where she had been trying to decide between the smoked turkey and the egg salad. He was a smaller guy with a tough, sinewy build. His face was hard-planed and his hollowed cheeks were pitted. The guy looked thin, like he was recovering from something bad.
“Is that Mr. Sisco,” Kathrine asked, half rising and extending a hand.
His eyes darted to the roll of unrestrained girl beneath the silk blouse. “Just Sisco...” he said, and offered Kathrine a limp handshake.
Kathrine got a queer feeling and she immediately went on the defensive.
“So you’re in LA looking after some business interests?” Kathrine asked as he settled into the chair opposite.
“That and trying to keep outta trouble.”
“And what business are you i
