“Sure,” Michaels replied.
Stone made sure his back was to the woman. “I understand that L.A. parties end early.”
“Always,” Betty said. “It’s an early town; everybody is at work at the crack of dawn.”
“Do you think you and I could have a drink somewhere later?”
“All right, but I have to be at work early, too. Let’s meet at the bar in the Bel-Air Hotel,” she said.
“Fine.”
“Now, we’d better rejoin Arlene; we don’t want her to go away miffed.”
They turned back to the woman and found her gone. She’d cornered Vance, and he was saved only by the tinkling of a silver bell.
“Dinner is served,” the Filipino butler called out.
The crowd, which had grown since Stone had arrived, moved out of the rear doors to a wide terrace, where tables of eight had been set. Stone looked at the place cards and found his seat, between Barbara Sturmack and a man who appeared, like Stone, to be alone. He helped Mrs. Sturmack with her chair, then turned to meet the man next to him.
“I’m Onofrio Ippolito,” the man said. He was shorter than Stone, heavily built without being fat, with thick, short salt-and-pepper hair.
“I’m Stone Barrington.” They shook hands.
“What brings you out here, Mr. Barrington?” the man asked.
“Just visiting friends,” Stone replied.
“That’s not what I heard,” Ippolito said.
Stone was about to ask what he’d heard when Barbara Stunnack tugged at his sleeve and began introducing him to others seated at the table. Stone never did resume his conversation with Ippolito.
When dinner was finished, they rose to go into the house for coffee, and Stone found David Sturmack walking alongside him. “Could I have a word with you alone?” he asked.
“Of course,” Stone replied and allowed himself to be steered into what he thought must be Vance’s study, a medium-sized room paneled in antique pine, with many fine pictures on the walls. When they were comfortably seated, Sturmack began.
“Stone, I do a great deal of business on the West Coast and some business in New York. I’m considering changing my legal representation in the city, and I wondered if you might be interested in representing me?”
“That’s very flattering, Mr. Sturmack—”
“David, please.”
“David. What sort of business do you do in New York?”
“Some real estate; I have interests in a couple of restaurants, and I may want to develop more with some friends; I invest in businesses; I buy, I sell; occasionally I litigate something. I’m a lawyer myself by training, but I haven’t practiced in years.”
“I should tell you that I don’t have any extensive experience in real estat
e and none at all in restaurants.”
“I’m aware of that; I spoke at some length with a Mr. William Eggers at Woodman and Weld this afternoon. He says that since you’re of counsel to his firm, they’d be willing to lend backup support and expertise in various specialties as needed.”
Stone was off balance; he hadn’t expected this. “Who represents you at the moment?”
“My principal attorneys are Hyde, Tyson, McElhenny and Wade, but I’ve been contemplating a move for some time.”
“What sort of billing have they experienced with you?”
“In excess of a million dollars a year. Of course, you’d have to take care of Woodman and Weld, but all the billing would be through you, and I imagine you’d be able to hang on to most of the fees. Also, there would be opportunities to invest some of your fees in various ventures, at an extremely good rate of return.”