Son of Stone (Stone Barrington 21)

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S tone sat down on the sofa next to her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Arrington grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and blew her nose. “I just had a call from an old friend of Vance’s, Prunella Wheaton?”

“The gossip queen? What did she want?”

“She said she got wind of somebody looking into you and me.”

“Come on, tell me the whole thing.”

“Someone got ahold of a copy of our marriage license.”

“That’s a public record. What else?”

“Well, they’ve figured out that we were married at Eduardo’s house and about the mayor, too, but they’re afraid of printing anything about that for fear of angering some of Eduardo’s friends.”

“So far, so good. Is there more?”

“They’ve figured out that I’m Vance’s widow and that I have a son.”

“None of this is really a secret,” Stone said. “Nobody could make very much of that.”

“They might, if they can count,” she said.

Stone thought about that. “I think we might have that covered with the change of birth certificate.” He thought some more. “Is Prunella Wheaton a friend of yours, too?”

Arrington shook her head. “No. I met her once, when I was lunching with a group of women in L.A. She and Vance had an affair when they were very young, long before I knew him.”

“And Wheaton didn’t say where she heard all this?”

“No, she said it was just a rumor.”

“Did you get the impression that it was somebody at the Post? Because that’s where Wheaton’s column runs in New York.”

“She didn’t say.”

“Apart from sharing this rumor, did Wheaton ask you any questions?”

“Just girl stuff. She congratulated me on the marriage and asked how Peter is.”

“What did you tell her about Peter?”

“She asked where he was in school, but I dodged that one.”

“What else?”

“She asked where I’m living, and I said in New York, then I made an excuse and got off the phone.”

“I think that was a good idea,” Stone said. “I think this rumor may be a fiction and that Wheaton is the one who’s interested. Why would a gossip columnist warn you that another gossip columnist is interested in you? This doesn’t pass the smell test.”

“What should we do?” Arrington asked.

“Let me make a couple of calls,” Stone said, “then we’ll make a plan.”

“What sort of plan?”

“I don’t know yet, but we don’t want to be caught off guard if she calls again, or if someone else does.”