bottle and toweled off the machine and moved on.
'Five reps,' I said, 'with ten pounds. You charge her for this.'
'Does her no harm,' Henry said.
The woman seemed to be confused by the lat pull setup and Henry hustled over to help her.
'This gang of mountain trash,' Hawk said. 'How big we talking?'
'Maybe thirty or forty?'
'Well at least be a fair fight,' Hawk said. 'You invite anybody else?'
'Not yet.'
'Good to be first,' Hawk said.
Chapter 18
GINO FISH DID business out of a storefront located in the basement of an old brownstone on Tremont Street in the South End, a couple of blocks from the ballet. The door was down three steps and next to a plateglass window on which was written in black letters DEVELOPMENT ASSOCIATES OF BOSTON.
I went in.
The walls were antique brick, unadorned. At a desk, with dark curly hair and wearing an earring, was a very good-looking young man. He was talking on the phone as I came in. Behind him a maroon velvet curtain separated the back room from the front.
I said, 'Hello Stan.'
When he looked up and saw me, he put his hand over the mouthpiece and spoke to me.
'Spenser, what a treat, you decide to jump the fence at last?'
'If I was going to, I'd jump it with you, cutie. Is Gino in?'
'Gino's almost always in,' Stan said. 'Vinnie's with him.'
He nodded me toward the back room and went back to his phone conversation, which had something to do with seeing Tina Turner at The Fleet Center.
There were more brick walls in the back room, also unadorned. Gino was in the middle of the room, under a hanging lamp with a Tiffany shade, seated at the round antique table that he used as a desk, reading a brochure for Relais Chateaux worldwide. Vinnie was to his left, chair tilted against the wall, listening to his Walkman on his headphones.
I said, 'Hello Gino.'
Gino put a finger into the page he was reading, closed the catalog, and slowly looked up at me. He was bald, slim and leathery.
'Were you flirting with Stanley?' he said.
'Stanley was flirting with me,' I said. 'I'm in another program.'
Vinnie saw me and nodded slightly and kept listening to his earphones.
'And what brings you to me,' Gino said.
'I need to borrow Vinnie,' I said.
'Really? Where's Hawk?'
'I've recruited him, too.'
'For what?'
'I have a job out west that takes six or seven men. I wanted Vinnie to be one of them.'
'A shooting job, I assume,' Gino said.
He had long fingers, which he laced together and rested his chin on.
'That's why I want Vinnie,' I said.
'I didn't imagine you were looking for a dog walker. Have you spoken to Vinnie about this?'
'No. I wanted to clear it with you first.'
'Very respectful,' Gino said. 'And, if I may say so, very unlike you.'
I grinned.
'Vinnie wouldn't do it without your say-so, anyway,' I said.
Gino nodded.
'Vinnie,' he said. 'Are you listening to this?'
Vinnie said, 'Sure.'
'If I can spare you,' Gino said, 'do you have an interest?'
'Pay?' Vinnie said.
'Good money,' I said.
