The two men rode along in silence for a few minutes. Shortly, Rick turned off the freeway and onto Sunset Boulevard. A couple of minutes later he turned left onto Stone Canyon, toward the Bel-Air Hotel.
"Is there anything else you want to ask me, Stone?" Rick said. "Next time we meet, we might not be able to talk to each other so freely."
"I can"t think of anything else right now. Any advice?"
"Yeah, get Centurion Studios involved; they"re equipped to handle something like this, and I understand that Calder was a major stockholder, as well as their biggest star."
"I"ll call Lou Regenstein tomorrow morning," Stone replied.
Rick turned into the hotel parking lot and stopped at the front entrance. "Good luck with this, Stone," he said. "Don"t hesitate to call, but don"t be surprised if I clam up or can"t help. I"ll do what I can."
"Thanks for all you"ve done, Rick, and thanks for meeting my flight, too."
"Your luggage will be here soon."
Stone shook his hand and got out of the car. He walked over the bridge to the front entrance of the hotel and into the lobby. "My name is Barrington," he said to the young woman at the desk. "I believe I have a reservation."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Barrington," she replied. "We"ve been expecting you." She picked up a phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Barrington is here."
A moment later a young man arrived at the desk. "Good evening, Mr. Barrington, and welcome back. My name is Robert Goodwood; I"m the duty manager. Did you have any luggage?"
"It"s being delivered from the airport," Stone said.
"Then I"ll show you to your suite."
The young man led the way outdoors and briskly up a walkway, asking about Stone"s flight and making chitchat. He turned down another walkway and arrived at a doorway hidden behind dense plantings, unlocked it and showed Stone in.
Stone was impressed with the size and beauty of the suite, but concerned about the cost.
As if antic.i.p.ating him, Goodwood said, "Mr. Bianchi has insisted that your stay here is for his account."
"Thank you," Stone said.
"I"ll send your luggage along as soon as it arrives. Can I do anything else for you?"
"Please send me the New York and L.A. papers."
"Of course." Goodwood gave Stone the key and left.
Stone left the suite"s door open for the bellman, shucked off his coat, loosened his tie, sat down on a sofa, and picked up the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Barrington?" the operator said.
"Would you find the number of the Judson Clinic, which is in Beverly Hills, and ring it?" he asked.
"Of course; I"ll ring it now."
Apparently the hotel knew of the hospital.
"The Judson Clinic," a woman"s voice breathed into the phone.
"My name is Stone Barrington," he said. "I"m a friend of Mrs. Arrington Calder. Can you connect me with her room, please?"
"I"m afraid we have no guest by that name or anything like it," the woman said.
"In that case, please take my name-Stone Barrington-and tell Mrs. Calder that I"m at the Bel-Air Hotel, when she feels like calling."
"Good night," the woman said, and hung up.
The bellman arrived with the luggage and the papers. "Shall I unpack anything, Mr. Barrington?" he asked.
"You can hang up the suits in the large case," Stone said. The man did as he was asked, Stone tipped him, and he left.
Stone picked up the papers. Vance had made the lower-right-hand corner of The New York Times The New York Times front page and the upper-right-hand corner of the front page and the upper-right-hand corner of the Los Angeles Times Los Angeles Times. The obituary in the L.A. paper took up a whole page. There was nothing in the news report he didn"t already know.
Stone ordered an omelet from room service and ate it slowly, trying to stay awake, hoping Arrington would call. At eleven o"clock, he gave up and went to bed.
Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.
Seven.
THE TELEPHONE WOKE STONE. HE CHECKED THE bedside clock: just after nine A.M. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and picked up the phone. "h.e.l.lo?"
"Is this Stone Barrington?"
"Yes."
"This is Dr. James Judson, of the Judson Clinic."
"Good morning. How is Arrington?"
"She"s been asking for you. I"m sorry the woman who answered the telephone last night didn"t know that."
"When can I see her?"
"She"s still sleeping at the moment, but why don"t you come over here around noon? If she isn"t awake by then, I"ll wake her, and the two of you can talk."
"What is her condition?"
"Surprisingly good, but there are complications; we can talk about that when you arrive." He gave Stone the address.
"I"ll see you at noon," Stone said. He hung up, then pressed the b.u.t.ton for the concierge and ordered a rental car for eleven-thirty, then he called room service and ordered a large breakfast. While he was waiting for it to arrive, he called Centurion Studios and asked for Lou Regenstein, its chairman.
"Good morning, executive offices," a woman"s voice said.
"Lou Regenstein, please; this is Stone Barrington."
"May I ask what this is about?"
"He"ll know." Stone had met Regenstein the year before, when he was in Los Angeles on another matter involving Vance and Arrington.
A moment later, Regenstein was on the line. "Stone, I"m so glad to hear from you; you"ve heard what"s happened, I"m sure."
"That"s why I"m here; I got in last evening."
"I"ve been going nuts; the police won"t tell me where Arrington is, and the coroner won"t release Vance"s body to a funeral home without her permission."
"Arrington is in a hospital; I"m going to see her at noon today."
"Is she all right? Was she hurt in the shooting?"
"She"s fine, from all accounts. I"ll be talking to her doctor, too."
"What can I do to help?"
"Lou, who is the best criminal lawyer in L.A.?"
"Marc Blumberg, hands down; does Arrington need him?"
"Yes, if only to contain the situation."
"He"s a personal friend of mine; I"ll call him right now. Where can he see Arrington?"
"I want to see her before she talks to another lawyer," Stone said. "Tell Blumberg to expect a call from me at some point, and to deny that he"s representing Arrington, if the press should call in the meantime."
"All right." Regenstein gave him Blumberg"s number. "Remember, Stone, Centurion is at Arrington"s disposal-anything she needs; you, too. Look, I"ve had an idea: You"re going to need some place to get things done while you"re here. I"ll make Vance"s bungalow available to you for as long as you need it."
"Thank you, Lou; it would be good to have some office facilities."
"You remember Vance"s secretary, Betty Southard?"
Indeed he did; Stone and Betty had spent considerable time together during his last visit to town, much of it in bed. "Of course."
"She"s there, holding down the fort; I"ll let her know you"re coming, and I"ll leave a pa.s.s for you at the main gate."
"Thank you, Lou, I"ll be in touch later." Stone hung up and called his own office, in New York.
"Stone Barrington"s office," Joan Robertson said.
"Hi, it"s Stone."
"Oh, Stone, I"m so glad you called. Have you heard about Vance Calder?"
"Yes, I"m in L.A. now, at the Bel-Air Hotel."
"What"s going on?"
"I haven"t had time to find out, but I want you to go into our computer boilerplate, print out some doc.u.ments and fax them to me soonest."
"What do you want?"
Stone dictated a list of the doc.u.ments, then hung up. Breakfast arrived and he turned on the TV news while he ate. The local channels were going nuts; the biggest star in Hollywood had been murdered, and they couldn"t find out anything anything. They were treading water as fast as they could, recycling what little information they had. They couldn"t find Arrington, the police wouldn"t issue anything but the most basic statement, Centurion had no comment, except to express deep loss and regret, and no friend of either Vance"s or Arrington"s would talk to the press, even off the record, not that any of them knew anything. That was good, he thought.
The phone rang. "h.e.l.lo?"
"Mr. Barrington?"
"Yes."
"This is Hillary Carter, Arrington"s mother."
"How are you, Mrs. Carter?"
"Terrible, of course, but I"m glad you"re here. Arrington badly needs someone to take charge of things."
"Have you seen her?"
"Only for a few minutes, yesterday, and she was semiconscious. She was asking for you, though."
"I"m seeing her at noon today."
"Oh, good. The doctor doesn"t want her to see Peter, yet; I don"t know why."
"I"ll see if I can find out."
"I"m at Vance"s house, now, and the situation here is nearly out of hand. I"ve had to call the police to keep people from climbing over the fence."
"I"ll see if I can arrange some private security."
"That would be a very good idea, I think."
"Is Peter all right?"
"Yes, but he wants his mother and father, and I"m having to stall him. What I"d like to do is to get him out of this zoo and take him home to Virginia with me. Arrington is quite happy for him to come with me."
"That might be a good idea. Can I call you after I"ve seen Arrington?"
"Yes, please; I"ll give you Vance"s most secret number. The press hasn"t learned about it, yet."
Stone wrote down the number.