She giggled. "I don't think they'd ever seen a movie star up close before. I mean, not this close, but close. You're by way of being an old acquaintance, so I don't mind."
"Neither do I," Stone said truthfully.
"Vanessa's death really shook me up," she said, but she didn't look shaken. "People my age are not supposed to die."
"You think the ex-husband did it?"
"I can't think of anybody else with a motive," she replied, shaking her head. "Vanessa was a sweet girl. You said you were with her last night?"
"Yes, I gave her a lift home from Marc Blumberg's office, and she asked me to stay to dinner."
"Oh, speaking of food, it should be here in a minute." As if on cue, there was a rap on the door, and Charlene got up and went into the bathroom. "You let them in, Sugar; I don't want to give the waiter a coronary."
"You don't seem to mind giving me one," Stone said, walking to the door. He heard a giggle from the bathroom.
Two waiters came in and, in a flash, had arranged two lobster salads and a bottle of chardonnay on the coffee table. They were gone just as quickly, and Charlene returned, just as naked.
"I'm starved!" she said, sitting down and attacking the lobster.
Stone poured them both a glass of wine. "Charlene, who were Vanessa's best friends?"
"You met most of them at my house," Charlene replied. "The ladies who lunch? The whole group was there, except for Vanessa and Beverly."
"Beverly Walters?"
"Yep. You know her?"
"I met her briefly in a restaurant once."
"Beverly's all right, I guess, but she wouldn't be in the group, if it hadn't been for Vanessa."
"What's Beverly's story?"
Charlene shrugged. "She's a Beverly Hills housewife, I guess. She came out here to be an actress and ended up giving blow jobs for walk-ons. Her husband saved her from that; now all she does is have lunch and shop."
Stone tried the lobster; it was perfect, tender, and sweet. "Where'd the food come from?" he asked.
"From the studio commissary; have you been there, yet?"
"No."
"You'll have to come with me, sometime, Sugar; that would do wonders for your reputation around here."
"You're not exactly shy, are you, Charlene?"
"You ever noticed anything shy about me, Sugar?"
"No, I haven't. Tell me, was this group of ladies with you on the day Vance was shot?"
"Was it a Saturday? Yes, it was, I remember, now. Sure, they were all there that day; we have a regular Saturday thing at my house."
"How late?"
"Later than usual, as I recall. Everybody's mostly gone by five or six, but a couple of people stayed right through dinner. I think it's cleansing to have dinner without a man occasionally."
"What time did Vanessa leave?"
"She didn't stay for dinner. I remember, they left, because Beverly had a dinner party to go to that night, and she had to get home and change. I don't know what Vanessa was doing."