Stone Barrington 06-11

in.”
    She’d damned well better be in, Stone thought. Next time she decamps I’ll let her wait out the trial in jail. “Thank you.”
    She kept him waiting for a long time. This wasn’t going to be easy. “Yes?” she said finally, coldly.
    “Good morning.”
    “What can I do for you?”
    “You can be civil, for a start.”
    “I’m listening; what do you want?”
    “I invited Dino and Mary Ann out here as much for me as for you. I’d like to see them. Shall we try dinner again?”
    “Oh, I do hope Mrs. Barrington can make it.”
    “I hope not. And she’s Mrs. Barrington only in her own mind, nowhere else.”
    “How did that happen, Stone? Did you get drunk and wake up married?”
    “I could ask you the same question, but I think we should do our best to put our respective marriages behind us and get on with our lives.”
    Long silence. “You have a point,” she admitted finally.
    “If it makes any difference, I was on the rebound,” he said.
    There was another silence while she thought about that. “Come for dinner at seven,” she said, then hung up.

    Stone chose his clothes carefully—a tan tropical wool suit, brown alligator loafers, and a pale yellow silk shirt, open at the collar, as a concession to L.A. Arrington had always responded to well-dressed men, and he wanted very much for her to respond. He entered through the front gate, the TV crew having departed for more sordid pastures, and parked in front of the house.
    Manolo greeted him, beaming. “Good evening, Mr. Barrington,” he said. “It’s good to see you back here.” There was relief in his voice, as if he’d feared that Stone might never be allowed in the house again.
    “Good evening, Manolo,” Stone said.
    “They’re having drinks out by the pool; shall I pour you a Wild Turkey?”
    “I feel like something breezier,” Stone said. “How about a vodka gimlet, straight up?”
    “Of course.”
    Stone followed Manolo down the broad central hallway, past the spot where Vance Calder had bled out his life on the tiles, and emerged into the garden, past the spot where Felipe Cordova had left his big shoeprint. Where had Beverly Walters stood? he wondered.
    Dino waved from a seat near the pool bar, where he, Mary Ann, and Arrington sat in thickly cushioned bamboo chairs around a coffee table. He gave Dino a wave and pecked the two women on the cheek as if there had never been a scene at their last meeting. Manolo went behind the bar and expertly mixed Stone’s drink, then brought it to him in a frosty glass on a silver tray.
    “Thank you, Manolo,” he said.
    “That looks good,” Arrington said. She pulled his hand toward her and sipped from his drink. “Oh, a vodka gimlet. Let’s all have one, Manolo.” Manolo went back to work while, at the other end of the pool, Isabel set a table for dinner.
    “I thought we’d dine outside,” Arrington said. “Such a perfect California evening.”
    “It certainly is,” Stone agreed. This was going well, and he was relieved.
    “You know, before I married Vance I had always hated L.A., but evenings like this changed my mind. I mean, there’s smog and traffic, and everybody talks about nothing but the business, but on evenings like this, you could almost forgive them.”
    “I think Dino has caught the L.A. bug, too,” Stone said, smiling. “He was inquiring only today whether the LAPD would have him.”
    “What?” Mary Ann said. “Dino live out here? He wouldn’t last a month.”
    “My very words to him.”
    “Maybe I wouldn’t have to cop for a living,” Dino said. “Maybe I’d become an actor. I could do all those parts Joe Pesci does, and better, too.”
    “You know, Dino, I believe you could,” Arrington laughed. “Want me to call Lou Regenstein at Centurion and get you a screen test?”
    “Nah, I don’t test, and I don’t audition,” Dino said, waving a hand. “My agent would never let me do that … if I had an agent.”
    “That’s it, Dino,” Arrington said. “Play hard to get. Movie people want most the things they can’t have. Your price would double.”
    Then, it seemed to Stone, the clock began to run backward, and they all became the people they had been before all this had happened. They were old friends, easy together, enjoying the evening and each other. The gimlets seemed to help, too. Soon they were laughing loudly at small jokes. Then Manolo called them to dinner.
    No soup this time, Stone reflected; nothing to be dumped in his