“Pulled off? You think nearly getting herself hanged is pulling it off? The whole thing completely backfired on them. They’re stupid, both of them.”
“Okay, so it didn’t work out. She’s still pretty smart,” Stone said stubbornly.
“Anyway, she may not be your only problem.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I haven’t mentioned this, but yesterday we got followed around town by a car.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Somebody is tailing us.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It didn’t seem related to Liz and her problems.”
“And what do you think it’s related to?”
“I think it could be the former Mrs. Barrington.”
“Oh, shit,” Stone said. He had nearly forgotten about Dolce. “What kind of a car?”
“Sort of an anonymous-looking sedan, probably Japanese. The windows were tinted dark. I couldn’t see who was inside.”
“Everybody’s windows are tinted dark down here; keeps out the heat.”
“I think you should take Dolce seriously.”
“You think I don’t?”
“I think you don’t take her seriously enough.”
“And how do I do that? Carry an automatic weapon at all times?”
“You could do worse. And I’m worried about Callie.”
“What about Callie?”
“If Dolce sees you with her, she could be in trouble.”
“Oh, God,” Stone moaned. “When is this going to be over?”
“As far as Dolce is concerned, it’ll be over when one of you is dead, and she might want that sooner than later.”
“You think she’s suicidal?”
“Homicidal, more likely.”
“Thanks, I needed that.”
“Anytime.”
The cell phone on Stone’s belt vibrated. “Hello?”
“Mr. Barrington?”
“Yes.”