The Professional

Chapter 42

IT WAS THE WEEK before Valentine’s Day, and I was in my office working on the first draft of my Valentine’s poem to Susan, when Gary Eisenhower arrived with Estelle, the trainer and putative girlfriend. I put the draft in my middle drawer.

“Gary,” I said.

“Spenser,” Gary said. “You remember Estelle?”

“I do,” I said. “How are you, Estelle.”

“Feeling good,” she said, and gave me a big smile.

Gary gave her a hug.

“Main squeeze,” he said, and kissed her on top of the head.

“Amazing that you find the time,” I said.

“We manage,” Estelle said.

I gestured toward the chairs and they sat down.

“We need to consult you,” Gary said.

“Go,” I said.

“It’s about Beth Jackson,” Estelle said.

“She seeing you again?” I said to Eisenhower.

“Not really,” he said. “Her husband’s all over her on that one. But she does see Estelle.”

“I’m her trainer,” Estelle said. “And we’ve become good friends.”

“Still at Pinnacle?” I said.

“Yes, four days a week,” Estelle said. “We do weights twice a week and Pilates twice a week.”

“Estelle has been able to sneak me in a couple of times, and I’ve been able to spend a little time with Beth in one of the massage rooms.”

“How modern of you,” I said to Estelle.

She smiled brightly.

“Gary and I have our priorities straight,” she said. “We know what we want.”

“Which includes money,” I said.

“Of course,” Estelle said. “No point writing anyone off too soon.”

“How’s business?” I said to Gary.

Gary waffled his hand.

“Mezzo mezz,” he said. “I’m just doing Beth to be polite. No income there at the moment. Meanwhile, I’m developing a new client list, but it’s a little lean right now.”

“Did you come to borrow money?” I said.

“No,” Estelle said. “It’s about Beth. I’m not only her trainer, I’m her friend.”

“Friends are good,” I said.

“There’s someone threatening her life,” Estelle said.

“Who?”

“She doesn’t know. It’s someone Chet does business with. He has threatened to kill Chet and Beth.”

“Cops?” I said.

“Chet refuses to go to the police. Says it’s nothing. Says he’ll take care of it.”

I nodded.

“Will you talk with her?” Estelle said.

I looked at Gary.

“You think it’s serious?” I said.

“You know me, buddy,” Gary said. “I don’t think anything is serious.”

“She’s terrified,” Estelle said. “She wants you to help her. But she’s afraid to ask you.”

I took in a long, slow breath.

“She thinks you’re terrific,” Estelle said. “You’re the only one she thinks she can trust.”

“She’s probably right on both counts,” I said. “When can she come in?”

“I’ll bring her in tomorrow,” Estelle said. “At five.”

“Swell,” I said.