“Is he still here?”

Vinny Rio nodded as he held the car door for Salvatore “the Salamander” Zaffarano. Salvatore eyed his lieutenant as he exited the car.

“What the hell's wrong with you?”

“I'm fine,” Vinny said as he approached the large, block building, entered a code and opened the heavy steel door for his boss.

“You're not fine. You're a pussy. Is this still because the guy makes him self up like a clown? Jesus Christ, you're a grown man.”

Vinny flipped a switch and fluorescent lights blinked on down the length of the long utilitarian corridor. “It ain't make-up.”

“What ain't make-up?”