Stone Barrington 06-11

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    Stone pulled out of his parking space. “Your clothes are in the backseat. Did anybody recognize you?”
    “Nope; they hardly gave me a glance. I wasn’t what they were expecting, I guess.” She began undressing.
    Stone tried to keep his eyes straight ahead and failed. “I don’t think we should go to the Bel-Air house,” he said.
    “Shall we just check into a motel, then?” she suggested.
    “How about the Malibu house?”
    “I don’t have a key with me.”
    “Betty gave me one; I was going to move out there today.”
    “All right, let’s go to Malibu; I have clothes and everything I need out there, except maybe some groceries.”
    Stone made his way to the freeway, then got off at Santa Monica Boulevard and drove toward the ocean. Soon, they were on the Pacific Coast Highway.
    “God!” Arrington exclaimed. “It feels so good to be out of that place.”
    “Seemed like a very nice place,” Stone said.
    “Oh, it is, and they were wonderful to me, but I still felt like a prisoner. Now I feel free again!” She turned to him. “Why were you going to move to the Malibu house? Weren’t you comfortable in Bel-Air?”
    “Oh, yes, and Manolo was taking very good care of me. But, at the moment, it’s important that you and I not be living under the same roof.”
    “Why not?”
    “You’re going to be under a lot of scrutiny for a while, and having an old boyfriend living at your house would give the press just a little too much to write about.”
    “I suppose you’re right,” she said. “God, but I hate living under a microscope. How long is this going to go on?”
    “Weeks, maybe months. If the police find Vance’s killer, that will help it go away. How is Peter?”
    “He’s wonderful. We talked this morning, and he’s having a great time in Virginia. Mother keeps horses, and she has a pony for him. I want him to stay there until this is over.”
    “That’s a good idea, I think.”
    “Drive straight through the town,” she said. “The house is in the Malibu Colony, just past the little business district.”
    Stone followed her instructions, and turned through a gate, where they were stopped by a security guard.
    “It’s me, Steve,” she said to the man.
    “Welcome back, Mrs. Calder,” he replied.
    “If anybody asks, I’m not here,” she said. “This is Mr. Barrington; he’ll be coming and going.”
    “I’ll put his name on the list.”
    Stone followed Arrington’s directions to the house, a large stone and cedar contemporary on the beach. He gave her the key, and she opened the door and punched in the security code. He made a note of the code.
    Stone went to the phone and called Betty.
    “Where are you?” she asked.
    “I’ve taken Arrington to the Malibu house; there was a mob of press at the clinic.”
    “The police have called here twice.”
    “Guy named Durkee?”
    “That’s right.”
    “If he calls again, tell him you haven’t heard from me today.”
    “All right; are you coming in at all?”
    “Maybe later.” He gave her his cell phone number. “You can reach me there in an emergency. If you call here, let it ring once, hang up, and call again.”
    “You were wonderful last night,” she said. “This morning, too.”
    “Same here,” he replied.
    “Oh, she’s there, huh?”
    “I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up.
    “I want to take a bath,” Arrington said. “Join me?”
    “Thanks, I’ve just showered,” he replied.
    “Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?”
    “You’re a grieving widow, and I’m an old family friend.”
    “We’ll see.” She went upstairs.
    Stone found Vance’s study and picked up the phone. It was time to call Marc Blumberg.

Seventeen

    M ARC BLUMBERG CAME ON THE LINE. “CONGRATULATIONS on getting her out of the Judson place,” he said. “I passed the clinic on the way to work this morning; there were a lot of disappointed TV people out on the street.”
    “The cops leaked it to the media,” Stone said. “I made the mistake of giving them advance notice.”
    “I saw a cop car there this morning, with Durkee in it.”
    “I saw them, too; do you think they were just there to watch the fun?”
    “I think they were there to arrest Arrington,” Blumberg said.
    “Why do you think that?”
    “I heard from a source at the LAPD that they have a witness who says Arrington expressed an interest in killing Vance.”
    “I don’t believe it,” Stone said.
    “I don’t believe she’d say that,