Stone Barrington 06-11

her.
    “Don’t hurt her, Stone,” Mary Ann said.
    “I don’t intend to,” Stone replied.

    Stone drove to the upper end of the Bel-Air Hotel complex and parked the station wagon. Followed by Dino, he found the upstairs suite and rang the bell. Eduardo, wearing a cashmere dressing gown, opened the door and ushered them in.
    “Good evening, Stone, Dino,” he said.
    “I’m sorry to disturb you, Eduardo,” Stone replied.
    “Not at all. Come and have an aperitif; dinner will be here soon.” He pointed at the bar in the living room. “Please help yourselves; I’ll have a Strega.” He picked up the phone and told room service there would be three for dinner, then he joined Stone and Dino.
    Stone poured three Stregas and handed two of them to Eduardo and Dino. They raised their glasses and sipped.
    “Come, sit,” Eduardo said, motioning them to a sofa. “Why have you come to see me?” he asked when they were settled.
    “Eduardo,” Stone said, “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but about two hours ago, Dolce attempted to kill Charlene Joiner, the actress you met the other evening at the Regensteins’.”
    Eduardo winced, and his hand went to his forehead. His face showed no incredulity, simply painful resignation. “How did this occur?”
    “Dolce apparently drove out to Malibu, parked her car, and approached Charlene’s house from the beach. She fired two bullets through a sliding-glass door at Charlene, who was lying on a sofa, reading.”
    “Was Miss Joiner harmed?”
    “No, only frightened.”
    “Do you think Dolce seriously tried to kill her?”
    “I’m afraid I do, and she came very close.”
    “Where would Dolce have gotten a gun out here?” Eduardo asked. He seemed to be thinking quickly.
    “Apparently, she took it from my house in New York without my knowledge. The gun belonged to Dino; he had loaned it to me.”
    “Does she still have the gun?”
    Dino spoke up. “I saw no sign of it outside Miss Joiner’s house, so I assume she does.”
    “Are the police involved?”
    “No,” Stone replied. “Charlene called me, instead of the police, and she has no intention of involving them.”
    “Thank God for that,” Eduardo said. “This would have been so much more difficult.”
    “It’s difficult enough,” Stone said. “I feel responsible.”
    Eduardo shook his head. “No, no, Stone; something like this has been coming for a long time. If it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else.”
    “Why do you say that, Eduardo?” Dino asked. “Has she ever done anything like this before?”
    Eduardo shrugged. “Since she was a little girl she always reacted violently if denied something she wanted.”
    The doorbell rang, and Dino jumped up. “I’ll get it,” he said.
    “Dolce is all right most of the time,” Eduardo said to Stone. “But she occasionally has these …” He didn’t finish the sentence. “I had hoped that if she were happily married, she might be all right.” He stopped talking while the waiter set the dining table, then he motioned for his guests to take seats.
    He poured them some wine and waited until they had begun to eat their pasta before continuing. “She’s seen a psychiatrist from time to time, but she always discontinued treatment after a few sessions. Her doctor advised me at one point to have her hospitalized for a while, but instead I took her to Sicily, and after some time there, she seemed better.”
    “What can I do to help?” Stone asked.
    “I’ll have to ask her doctor to recommend some place out here where she can be treated,” Eduardo replied.
    “I believe I know a good place,” Stone said. He told Eduardo about the Judson Clinic and Arrington’s stay there. “Would you like me to call Dr. Judson?”
    “I would be very grateful if you would do so,” Eduardo replied.
    Stone left the table, called the clinic, and asked them to get in touch with Judson and have him telephone him at the Bel-Air. “I’m sure they’ll be able to find him,” he said when he had returned. “I was very impressed with Judson,” he told Eduardo.
    “Good,” Eduardo said. “I’ll get in touch with her own doctor and ask him to come out here and consult.”
    “I expect that, after treatment, she’ll be all right,” Stone said.
    “I hope so,” Eduardo replied, but he did not sound hopeful.
    The phone rang and Stone answered it. “Hello?”
    “May I speak with Stone Barrington, please?”
    “Speaking.”
    “Stone, this is