"Of course, Mr. Barrington," the butler said, and disappeared into the kitchen.
Stone took Arrington's hand and walked her to the bedroom. He sat her on the bed and sat down beside her. "What else do you remember?" he asked. "This is important."
Arrington wrinkled her brow. "Just Vance lying there, bleeding."
"Do you remember anything immediately before that?"
"I don't think so."
"Do you remember hearing the shot?"
She shook her head. "No. Just Vance lying there."
"Do you remember the police and the paramedics arriving?"
"No. Nothing until I woke up in the clinic." She laid her head on his shoulder. "When is this going to be over, Stone?"
"Not for a while," Stone replied. "We've still got the funeral on Friday, and on Saturday, we have to take you to the district attorneys office."
"Will they put me in jail?"
"I hope not; Marc Blumberg's working on that."
"I'm so glad you're here," she said. She put her hand on his cheek and drew him closer, kissing him.
Stone pulled back. "Listen to me carefully," he said. "You and I cannot be seen by anybody being… affectionate with each other."
"Only Manolo and Maria are here."
"And they'd both be shocked, if they walked in here and found us kissing. If they were called to testify in court, they'd have to tell the truth. Your husband has been dead for less than a week; you have to be seen to be the grieving widow for some time to come; I cannot tell you how important that is to your future."
She nodded. "I understand." She took his hand. "But it's important for you to know that I still love you. I never stopped."
Stone squeezed her hand but could not bring himself to respond. "Go freshen up for dinner," he said.
They dined in the smaller of the two dining rooms, on pasta and a bottle of California Chardonnay. They chatted about old times in New York, but as dinner wore on, Arrington seemed increasingly tired.
"I think you're going to have to put me to bed," she said finally.
Stone rang for Manolo. "We'll get Isabel; she'll put you to bed."
Arrington nodded sleepily. "I wish you were coming to bed with me."
"Shhh," Stone said. He turned her over to Isabel, got the keys and the alarm code for the Colony house from Manolo, then drove back to Malibu. He chose the guest room nearest the kitchen, unpacked, soaked in a tub for a while, and fell asleep.
* * *
He was awakened by the telephone. Nine-thirty, he saw by the bedside dock. He had slept like a stone.
"Hello?"
"Stone?"
"Yes."
"It's Marc Blumberg."
"Good morning, Marc."