'He do look kind of pale,' Hawk said.
'He look like a honky motherfucker to me,' Tarone said.
'Just think of me as color challenged,' I said.
'Who you been paying off to run your whores in Bay Village?'
Tarone was wearing a small brimless black cap and some sort of loose-fitting multicolored African tunic. Authentic.
'The honky cut right to the fucking chase, don't he?' Tarone said.
The two guys against the wall guffawed some more. One of them had the thickened features of a not too successful prize fighter.
The other one, taller and younger, looked like a guy who might benefit from a few pops on the beezer.
'We looking for a woman,' Hawk said.
'We starting at the other end, so to speak, working back. You understand? Got nothing to do with you.'
'You want a woman?' Tarone said.
'I get you a woman, man.
We got a lot of them.'
He looked at the two guys on the wall. They thought he was funnier than a bucket of bullfrogs. The younger one was stamping his foot as he laughed.
Hawk looked at me. Then he leaned over Tarone's desk and spoke very softly to him.
'Tarone, you don't know me,' Hawk said.
'But you know about me. Don't you.'
'Sure, I heard 'bout you.'
'Anybody mention I enjoy being fucked with?'
Hawk's eyes were maybe six inches from Tarone's. Tarone looked quickly at his two pals. Then he looked back at Hawk. The two pals stood up, somewhat stiffly, against the wall. Hawk's eyes were steady on Tarone, barely breathing room between their faces.
'Be cool, Hawk,' Tarone said.
'I ain't fucking with you.'
Hawk slowly straightened. He smiled pleasantly. But his eyes still held on Tarone's.
'Well, good,' Hawk said.
'That's nice. Who you paying off to run your whores in Bay Village?'
'Guy comes by, Anthony, collects a percentage every week.'
'Anthony Meeker?' I said.
'Yeah.'
'Who's he deliver it to,' Hawk said.
'Mr. Ventura.'
Hawk looked at me.
'How much?' I said.
'We give him five grand a week,' Tarone said.
'Do any business with Gino Fish?' I said.
Tarone shook his head.
'Marty Anaheim?'
Tarone shook his head again.
'Pay off anybody else?'
'Just some Vice graft,' Tarone said.
'Nickels and dimes.'
I nodded.
'Anything unusual about your deal with Ventura?'
'No. It's his turf. He got a right to tribute.'
'Tribute,' I said.
Tarone shrugged.
'What he calls it,' Tarone said.
'And you don't deal with Gino Fish,' I said.
