She was pissed now. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? Here she was working her butt off in somebody else’s town. She parked the Saab on a funky side street, near the Metro Center, right across from the Asti bar. She had lost track of the San Lorenzo River while she was driving, but it was around here somewhere. She could smell it anyway.
She had just gotten out of the vehicle when two men appeared.
They walked up quickly and flanked her tightly on either side.
Jamilla winced. They almost seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Blond ponytails, she thought. College kids? Surfers? She sure hoped so.  They were well-built, but they didn’t look like weightlifters. More like they came by it naturally. Images of Eros, Hermes, and Apollo came to mind. Muscles that were extremely well-defined. Virility.  Chiseled marble.
‘Can I help you fellows out?’ she asked. ‘Looking for the beach?’ The taller of the two spoke with tremendous confidence, or maybe it was cockiness. ‘Doubt it,’ he said. ‘We’re not surfers, actually.  Besides, we’re from around here. How about you?’ Both of them had the deepest blue eyes. They were incredibly intense. One looked no older than sixteen. Their movements were deliberate and controlled. She didn’t like this. Th............