Lucid Intervals (2010)

newly minted bachelor.”
    “But you digress,” Felicity said. “Tell me about the other daughter.”
    “We traveled to Venice, where Eduardo was attending a business convocation allegedly attended by the more important members of both the American and Italian Mafias. Dolce and I were married in a small civil ceremony, which was to have been followed a day or two later by a large religious ceremony presided over by a high-ranking Italian cardinal who was influential in the Vatican.
    “The day before the second wedding, the husband of a friend of mine was murdered in Los Angeles. You may remember the actor Vance Calder.”
    “Of course,” Felicity said. “You were involved in that?”
    “I was involved in the subsequent investigation, and the murderer was identified but never convicted. Dino and I left Venice for L.A., and Dolce began to behave erratically, which was to say, dangerously.
    “After a time, the relationship ended, and Eduardo sought psychiatric treatment for Dolce, keeping her in his home. Shortly after that, I received by messenger the torn-out page from the Venetian registry book that Dolce and I had signed. It could only have come from Eduardo.
    “The following year, Dolce escaped from her father’s house and found me in Palm Beach, where I was working on a case. At a large party she fired several shots at me, but only one struck. Fortunately it was a nonfatal part of my body. She was immediately returned to her father’s custody and has remained there since.
    “Eduardo and I have remained friends, lunching together several times a year at his home. Recently, Dolce showed improvement, and Eduardo allowed her to be escorted to the city on shopping trips. A few days ago, she knifed her escort and disappeared. She has been seen outside my house several times since then.”
    “And she still wants to kill you?” Felicity asked.
    “I don’t know what she wants,” Stone said, “but I think it’s wise to assume the worst. That’s why I had a man in the house, and he’s looking for her now. He will have called others to help.”
    “Do you think we’re safe here?” Felicity asked.
    “Yes, or I would have sent you away by now.”
    “That’s good enough for me,” she said, tossing away the last of her clothes and pressing her naked body against his.
    They stood there for some time, savoring each other and becoming more and more aroused. Finally, she climbed him like a tree, wrapped her legs around his body and took him inside her.
    Stone supported her weight with his shoulders and his hands under her buttocks for as long as he could, and then he lowered her to the bed and began all over again.
    They were both in the throes of orgasm when the phone rang. Stone let the voicemail pick it up, but then it began ringing again.
    “Perhaps you’d better answer it,” Felicity said.
    Stone rolled over and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
    “It’s Cantor. Peter and I are on the street, looking for the woman.”
    “Any luck?”
    “We found Willie.”
    “Is he all right?”
    “He’s unconscious, but he doesn’t seem to have any wounds, knife or gunshot. An ambulance is on the way; we’ll be at Lenox Hill.”
    “See you there.” Stone hung up and began rounding up his clothes. “The man who was watching the house went after Dolce, and he has been found unconscious. I’m going to have to go to the hospital.”
    “Do you want me to come?”
    “No, I think you’re safer here. Are you armed?”
    “There’s a gun in my handbag,” she said.
    He picked up the purse from the floor and handed it to her. “Keep it in your hand until I get home,” he said. “I’ll ring the phone once, then hang up to let you know, so you won’t shoot me.”

15
    S tone found Bob Cantor and Peter Leahy seated in the waiting area of the Lenox Hill emergency room. Cantor moved his jacket and made room for Stone between them.
    “How is he?”
    “Awake but with a concussion. They’re admitting him for observation.”
    “What happened to him?”
    “A blow to the head with something like one of those flat black-jacks that detectives used to carry.”
    “That’s enough to concuss an ox,” Stone said. “Were you able to talk to him?”
    “A little. He was confused, and he couldn’t remember being hit.”
    “Just as well,” Stone said. “At least she didn’t knife him.”
    “Yeah, I was worried about that until we couldn’t find a wound. A nurse found a big bruise under his hair.