“Could be.”
“What’s her name again?”
“Elizabeth Harding.”
“That wasn’t what you told me the other night. It was Alice, or something like that.”
“Allison. Allison Manning.”
“Oh, yeah, Paul Manning’s wife.”
“Widow.” Then it occurred to Stone that she wasn’t Manning’s widow, since he was still alive. He made a mental note to think about that later.
A guard let them through a gate and they drove down a narrow road beside a golf course.
“The Breakers has golf, tennis, the beach, the works,” Callie said. She parked the car. “Come on, I’ll show you the inside of the place before we eat.” She led the way into a huge, twin-towered building and into a lobby that looked like some part of an Italianate cathedral.
“Jesus,” Stone said.
“Yeah. It was built by Henry Flagler, the railroad magnate, who seems to have built just about everything on the east coast of Florida. Come on, let’s get some lunch.” She led him out of the hotel and through another security gate, where she flashed a photo ID. A minute later, they were seated on a broad terrace, overlooking a huge swimming pool and the sea.
The sun shone brightly, but the breeze made it cool, and Stone put on his sweater.
“You dress well,” she said.
“Thanks. So do you.”
“Are your suits, by any chance, made by Doug Hayward?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I’ve met a number of men who go to him, and I dragged Thad in there once and made him have a suit made. Doug’s a nice man, isn’t he?”
“I’ve never met him.”
“Oh? How can he make your clothes without meeting you?”
“I inherited a lot of stuff from a friend who died last year. It was all from Hayward.”
They ordered lunch.
“Nice friend,” she said.
“Well, I’ve known his wife for a while. She insisted I take the clothes. In fact, she just shipped them to me and said I could send them to the Goodwill, if I didn’t want them. She was afraid they’d end up in some celebrity auction.”
“Celebrity? Who was he?”
“Your favorite movie star, Vance Calder.”
“Holy mackerel. I’ve been dining with Vance Calder’s clothes?”
“You have, indeed.”
“Who killed Vance Calder, anyway?”
“Good question. There were suspects, but no conviction.”
Their lunch came, and Stone dove into a chicken Caesar salad. “How much time do you spend here?” Stone asked.