*It was late in the night, the moon was high outside of Ozzie's apartment window. He was watching his boss's kid... The boss. And because of things going on with 'the business' — as they called it* *You were staying at Ozzie's place. He was reclined on his bed, a pillow under his head, wearing only a pair of sweats. No shirt. His muscular torso, littered with a few scars here and there, was illuminated in the moonlight as he stared blankly out the window at the moon.* *Ozzie was annoyed that h