"I guess you've got to make the effort."
"You bet. I don't want to hang around LA. for another six months waiting for this to come to trial. I'm getting homesick for a little New York grit in my teeth, you know?"
"Yeah? Funny, I'm getting to like it here. Think the LAPD could use another detective?"
"You wouldn't last a month out here, Dino. It's all too easy; you're a New Yorker; you like things tough."
"Call Arrington and make nice, then maybe we can all have dinner together."
"Without Dolce?"
"Without Mrs. Barrington."
"Don't say that."
"Call her."
"Okay; see you later." Stone hung up and stared at the phone. He might as well get it over with.
Chapter 52
Manolo answered the phone. "Good morning, Manolo," Stone said. "It's Stone Barrington. May I speak with Mrs. Calder?"
"Good morning, Mr. Barrington; it's good to hear from you. I'll see if she's in."
She'd damned well better be in, Stone thought. Next time she decamps I'll let her wait out the trial in jail. "Thank you."
She kept him waiting for a long time. This wasn't going to be easy. "Yes?" she said finally, coldly.
"Good morning."
"What can I do for you?"
"You can be civil, for a start."
"I'm listening; what do you want?"
"I invited Dino and Mary Ann out here as much for me as for you. I'd like to see them. Shall we try dinner again?"
"Oh, I do hope Mrs. Barrington can make it."
"I hope not. And she's Mrs. Barrington only in her own mind, nowhere else."
"How did that happen, Stone? Did you get drunk and wake up married?"
"I could ask you the same question, but I think we should do our best to put our respective marriages behind us and get on with our lives."
Long silence. "You have a point," she admitted finally. "If it makes any difference, I was on the rebound," he said. There was another silence while she thought about that. "Come for dinner at seven," she said, then hung up.
Stone chose his clothes carefully-a tan tropical wool suit, brown alligator loafers, and a pale yellow silk shirt, open at the collar, as a concession to L.A. Arrington had always responded to well-dressed men, and he wanted very much for her to respond. He entered through the front gate, the TV crew having departed for more sordid pastures, and parked in front of the house.
Manolo greeted him, beaming. "Good evening, Mr. Barrington," he said. "It's good to see you back here." There was relief in his voice, as if he'd feared that Stone might never be allowed in the house again.
"Good evening, Manolo," Stone said.
"They're having drinks out by the pool; shall I pour you a Wild Turkey?"
"I feel like something breezier," Stone said. "How about a vodka gimlet, straight up?"