"Because I know everything about Vance Calder. I worked for him for fifteen years, and I got the job while in bed with him. I was a script girl on one of his pictures, and we were fucking each other for most of the shoot. Toward the end of the picture, he offered me the job. He told me, quite frankly, that our little affair was going to end with the wrap, and I knew he was telling the truth. I took the job, because it was better than the one I had, and we didn't make love again. But he never kept secrets from me. Maybe that's why he left me the million dollars-because he knew I could make that much writing a tell-all book. I could, too."
"I'll bet you could."
"So, now you know what you want to know?"
"I do."
"Now you tell me something," she said.
"Anything."
"The last time you were in L.A., you and I had a rather delicious time together."
"We certainly did."
"Why do I get the feeling that isn't going to happen this time?"
"Things have changed," Stone said. He told her about Dolce and why he had been
in Venice.
Betty nodded. "I understand," she said. "I don't like it much, but I understand."
"Thank you for not liking it," Stone replied.
Chapter 16
Stone slipped into the estate through the utility entrance, parked his car in back and walked to the guest house. He got out of yesterdays clothes, slipped into a robe, called Manolo, and ordered breakfast. As soon as he set down the phone, it rang.
"Hello?"
"Stone?" It was Arrington, and she sounded agitated. "I've been trying to reach you since last night-where have you been?"
"Right here," he lied. "I was tired, so I unhooked the phone. I just plugged it in again so I could order breakfast. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling very well, thank you. The doctor says I can leave this morning. He wants to check me over once more, but I should be ready to go by ten. Will you come and get me, please?"
"Of course. I'll be there at ten sharp."
"Oh, good. Will you bring me some clothes? Ask Isabel, the maid, to put together an outfit-slacks and a blouse, shoes, stockings, and underwear. They brought me here practically naked, and I don't have anything to wear."
"Sure. I'll call Isabel, and I'll see you there at ten." He started to tell her he was moving out of the house, but he thought it might be best to wait until he saw her.
"See you then, darling," she said and hung up. Stone called the maid and asked her to put the clothing into his car, then, as he promised he would, he called Sam Durkee at Brentwood station.
"Durkee."
"Morning, Sam. It's Stone Barrington."
"Oh, yeah."
"You asked me to let you know when Mrs. Calder was leaving the clinic; it's this morning." He paused for a moment, native caution coming into play. "At ten-thirty."
"Hey, Ted," Durkee called out, "Vance Calder's widow is getting out at ten-thirty." His voice returned to the receiver. "Thanks for letting us know," he said.
"Do you need to speak with her again?" Stone asked.
"Not at the moment."