"I want you to tell Arrington that I'm sorry. That I'm fond of her. That I don't want to do it."
"Don't want to do it?" Stone asked, growing angry. "Then why did you talk to the police?"
"I felt I had to."
"We'll, you're an admirable citizen, Ms. Walters, but now I want you to get out of my way."
"Never mind," she said. "I'll leave." She turned, unlocked the door, opened it, and closed it behind her.
Stone locked the door. What the hell was wrong with the woman? He used the john, taking his time, then washed his hands and opened the door slowly. He peeked down the hall, saw no one, then left and went back to where Marc Blumberg was still standing.
"That took a long time," Marc said. "You all right?"
"I'm extremely pissed off," Stone said. He told Marc what had happened.
"Maybe she's crazy," Marc said. "Maybe that's our approach to questioning her. I'll put somebody on her and see if we can come up with some other erratic behavior."
"She said she saw Vance murdered, and she's going to testify to that."
"Well, at least we know what she's going to say on the stand."
There was a clinking of a knife on glass, and they turned toward the sound. Charlene was standing on the steps to the foyer; they made a little stage. She asked for everyone's attention, then a series of people came up and said a few words about Vanessa. They kept it light, but the crowd looked somber.
Finally, Charlene looked at Beverly Walters. "Beverly, I'm sure you'd like to say something; you and Vanessa were so close."
Walters looked down and shook her head, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
"Of course," Char
lene said. "We all know how you feel. Everybody, please stay as long as you like. There'll be a light supper in a few minutes." She stepped down and made her way across the room toward Stone and Marc Blumberg.
"You handled that gracefully," Stone said.
"It's about all I can do for Vanessa," Charlene replied.
Marc spoke up. "Is Beverly Walters usually so reticent?"
Charlene snorted. "Beverly would normally not miss a chance to be the center of attention."
Marc nodded at the two police officers across the room. "I think she's getting quite a lot of attention," he said.
Stone looked at the two men, who had eyes for no one except Beverly Walters.
Chapter 50
Stone and Charlene sat on the patio overlooking the sea. The guests had all gone, and they were having a cold supper.
"Tell me everything you know about Beverly Walters," he said.
"Haven't I already?"
"I've heard bits and pieces, but I'd like to hear what you know about her."
Charlene took a deep breath, swelling her lovely breasts. "Well, she came out here as an actress. She'd had a nice part on Broadway, and somebody at Centurion saw her and brought her out to test her. She had a few small parts, but she didn't seem to be going anywhere, then she met Gordon, her husband, on a picture, and pretty soon they were married."
"Did she screw around after she was married?"
"Sugar, you have to remember where you are. It would have been a lot more noteworthy if she hadn't screwed around, and nobody took note of that."