“No, Grant wouldn’t tell me.”
“It would be a big help if you could find out.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” Holly said.
“Let me work on it,” Dino replied.
Their main course arrived, and there was no more talk of Trini Rodriguez.
On the way back to Stone’s house, in a cab, he turned to Holly. “Are you and your friend comfortably situated upstairs?”
“Oh, yes, thank you. The room is very nice.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about sleeping in the same house with somebody who could stab somebody else in the neck.”
Holly patted his knee. “I promise not to stab you in the neck,” she said. “At least not the first night.”
The cab pulled up in front of Stone’s house, and they got out. Stone went to the front door and unlocked it.
“Hang on!” Holly yelled. “I left my purse in the cab!” She ran toward the moving taxi, screaming at it.
Stone watched her catch up and stop the cab, then he turned back and stepped inside his front door. As he did, he heard a sound that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He froze.
Holly came up the steps behind him. “That was close,” she said.
“Don’t move,” Stone replied.
“What? Oh, God. Daisy! Stand down!” She brushed past Stone and took the dog’s collar. “Sit.”
Daisy sat down and looked at Stone warily.
“This is Stone,” she said. “Stone is good. Good.”
Daisy walked over and nuzzled Stone’s hand.
“How do you do, Daisy?” Stone said.
She licked his hand.
“Sorry about that,” Holly said. “You okay?”
“My heart rate is returning to normal. So this is your friend?”
“Yep. Isn’t she beautiful?”
“You didn’t mention that your friend is a Doberman pinscher.”
“Didn’t I?”
“No.”
“I hope it’s okay if Daisy stays, too. We can always go to a hotel.”
“Holly, in hotels, chambermaids enter your room several times a day when you aren’t there. You don’t want a dead chambermaid on your conscience, do you?”
“Daisy’s not like that.”
“I’m relieved to hear it.”