CHAPTER FOUR
“Woo, wee.” A thin man with unkempt blond hair and a lopsided baseball cap whistled when Osana entered Hollywood the following evening.
“Mm.” A greasy, fat guy wearing a dingy wife beater, licked out his tongue as Osana passed his table.
“You want that tongue?” she asked. “I’d put it back in your mouth if I were you.”
“Yeah?” His belly flopped against the table. “I know somewhere else I’d rather put it.”
“Lay off, fat boy,” a hoarse voice said from behind Osana.
A man around six-three stood at the pool table, rubbing his cue as if he were jerking it off. His droopy, copper-brown eyes lifted in the corners as his narrow mouth formed a smile that made Osana’s knees quake.
“What’s it to you?” the fat guy asked the man.
“Nothing.” The man gulped beer from a mug, his chest
