“I’m sure it will be,” she said.
They ordered piña coladas, and then lunch came. When they were finished, Stone got serious.
“Barbara, I want to ask you some questions, and I hope you’ll give me straight answers.”
“Okay.”
“First of all, was everything you told me about yourself the other night the truth?”
“Yes, but that’s more than I can say for you.”
“What?”
“Your name isn’t Jack Smithwick, is it?”
Stone reddened. “How did you know?”
“You think I’m so dumb that I can’t tell when a man gives me a false name? Anyway, nobody is named Smithwick.”
“I apologize,” he said.
“Let’s start over.” She held out her hand. “I’m Barbara Tierney.”
Stone took the hand. “My name is Stone Barrington.”
“Stone,” she said. “I like that.”
“It was my mother’s maiden name.”
“It’s nice. Now, why didn’t you tell me your real name from the beginning? I would have liked you a lot better.”
It escaped Stone how she could possibly have liked him better than the first time they met. “If you’ll forgive me, I’ll answer that later, but I will tell you the truth.”
“All right. What do you want to know from me?”
“What do you know about Martin Barone?”
She blinked. “How do you know his name?”
“I got lucky.”
“Stone, you said you’d tell me the truth.”
“I had him investigated, but I didn’t find out much; I need to know more.”
“Why on earth did you have him investigated?”
“I promise, I’ll fill you in, but later.”
“What, exactly, do you want to know?”
“How did you meet him?”
“A girl I know, another actress, introduced us at a party.”
“What sort of party?”
“It was at a bank downtown. We were hired to…just be decorative, I guess, and she had met him at a previous party. He was charming, one thing led to another, and he offered to let me live on the boat. I had been living at a friend’s place, and we were crowding each other.”