“I think you better cough it up,” Dino said, “or we’re going to start getting tables in Siberia.”
“You bet your ass,” Elaine confirmed.
Stone sighed again. “It was like this,” he said, then stopped.
“Yeah?” Elaine encouraged.
“We were supposed to have ten days sailing in St. Marks in February.”
“I never heard of St. Marks,” Elaine said. “Where is that?”
“It’s a nice little island, tucked between Antigua and Guadeloupe. Anyway, we were supposed to meet at Kennedy for our flight down, but she got tied up, and she was supposed to be on the next plane, but then the blizzard hit.”
“I know about the blizzard,” Elaine said, exasperated. “Tell me about the girl.”
“While the blizzard was going on she got the New Yorker assignment to do a profile of Vance Calder.”
“The new Cary Grant,” Dino explained, as if Elaine had no idea who a major movie star was.
“Yeah, yeah,” Elaine said.
“Apparently he hadn’t given an in-depth interview for twenty years,” Stone continued, “so it was quite a coup. Arrington had known Calder for a while—in fact, she was with him at the dinner party where we met.”
“So much for social history,” Elaine said.
“All right, I’m in St. Mar
ks, sitting on the chartered boat, waiting for Arrington to show up, when this blonde sails in on a big beautiful boat, all by herself. But she had left the Canary Islands with a husband, who was no longer present. So she gets charged with his murder, and I end up defending her.”
“Like I don’t read a newspaper?” Elaine interjected. “Like the western hemisphere didn’t read about this trial?”
“All right, all right; I keep getting faxes from Arrington, saying she’s all tied up with Calder, then I get a fax saying that she’s going to L.A. with him for more research.”
“‘Research’; I like that.” Elaine smirked.
“So I write her a letter, pouring out my heart, practically asking her to marry me…”
“‘Practically’? What is that?” Elaine demanded.
“All right, not in so many words, but I think she would have gotten the idea.”
“She didn’t get the idea?”
“She didn’t get the letter. I gave it to a lady headed for Florida to FedEx for me, and her plane crashed on takeoff.”
“Wow, that’s the best excuse I ever heard for not writing,” Elaine said. “You sure your dog didn’t eat it?”
“I swear, I wrote her the letter. Then, before I could write it again, I get a fax from Arrington saying that she and Calder were married in Needles, Arizona, the day before. What am I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to do it a long time ago,” Elaine said. “Why should this gorgeous girl wait around for you to get your ass in gear?”
“Maybe, but there was nothing I could do at this point, Elaine. I was going to trial in a couple of days; the woman’s life depended on me.”
“The woman might have been better off if you’d gone after Arrington,” Dino said, “considering how the trial went.”
“Thanks, Dino, I needed that.”
“Any time.”