L.A. Dead (Stone Barrington 6)

"Why don't you get into some clothes," Stone said.

She ran into the bedroom.

Stone looked around. The big glass door to the pool side patio had shattered, and glass was everywhere.

Charlene returned, tying the sash on a dressing gown and wearing shoes.

"Where are the police?" Stone asked. "Surely they've had time to get here."

"I didn't call the police," she said.

"Why not?"

"I called you, instead."

"Start at the beginning, and tell me what happened."

"I was lying on the sofa there, reading a script, when I heard two shots. The glass door shattered, and I rolled off the sofa onto the floor and crawled over to the bar as fast as I could. My gun was in a drawer there."

"Dino, will you take a look around out back?"

"Sure."

"Wait a minute," Charlene said. She went to a wall switch and turned on the lights around the pool. "That'll help."

Dino slapped the clip back into Charlene's gun, worked the action, then went outside, the pistol hanging at his side.

"Do you think this was a serious attempt on your life?" Stone asked.

"Come here," Charlene replied, leading him around the sofa and pointing.

Stone looked at the two neat holes halfway down the back cushion.

"My head was right under the holes," Charlene said.

"You should have called the police immediately; they should be trying to find out who did this."

"I know who did it," Charlene said. "I saw her."

Stone's innards froze. "Her?"

"I believe these days she calls herself Mrs. Stone Barrington."

"Oh, Jesus," Stone said.

Chapter 56

Stone found a paring knife behind the bar and cut into the sofa, just as Dino returned from the pool area.

"It's clear out there," he said. "The guy must have come up from the beach, since no traffic passed us on the way in here." He looked at what Stone was doing. "Whatcha got there?"

"Two slugs," Stone said, holding them up. "And it wasn't a guy."

Dino took the two lumps and looked closely at them. "Holy shit," he said.

"What?"

"These are mine." He held one up and pointed. "See? I made a mark there on each one, so if I ever got involved in a shootout, I'd know which slugs came from my weapon. These came from the thirty-two automatic I loaned you, Stone. How'd that happen?"