'Alright,' Stone said.
'Why don't you come to lunch? There'll be some other people here, but we can find a moment to talk.'
'Thank you, I will,' Stone replied.
'Do you know the Malibu Colony?'
'Yes, I've been to the Calder House there.'
'I'm six doors down,' she said. She gave him the house number. 'One o'clock, and California casual.'
'See you then.' He hung up, wondering what information she might have for him and what 'California casual' meant.
Betty had left danish pastries in the fridge for him; he made himself some coffee and spent the morning reading the papers. The LA. paper had a front-page story about Arrington's arrest, while the New York paper had a blurb on the front page and an inside story-this seemed to be the standard coverage. Marc Blumberg had issued a press release, detailing Arrington's willingness to answer all questions. 'I don't expect this to go to trial,' he said, 'if the LAPD does its job, but should it do so, Mrs. Calder will testify without fear of any question.'
Stone thought that was immoderate; things might change before the trial, and they might not want her to testify. Still, it sounded good now, and helped create the impression that Arrington had nothing to fear from a trial. He was troubled by the D.A.'s reluctance to disclose the evidence against her. Normally, they would use the press to reinforce the idea that they had a strong case.
He passed through the Malibu Colony gate a little after one, then drove to Charlene Joiner's house. A uniformed maid opened the door for him and took him out to a rear terrace. Charlene and another woman were sitting beside the pool, talking, both wearing swimsuits. Charlene stood up, wrapped a colorful sarong skirt around her lower body, and came to greet him, hand out.
'Hello, Stone,' she said, taking his hand and leading him toward the other woman. 'This is Ilsa Berends,' she said.
Stone recognized the actress from her films. She was in her early forties, he thought, but in wonderful shape. 'How do you do, Miss Berends,' he said. 'I've enjoyed your work in films.' He turned to Charlene. 'Yours, too. In fact I saw one on the airplane from Milan.'
'You were in Milan recently?' Berends asked.
'Venice, really; I flew out of Milan.'
'Vacation?' Charlene asked.
'Sort of,' Stone replied. He turned to see another woman arriving, and she was another recognizable actress, though he could not remember her name. Five minutes later, two more arrived.
Charlene introduced everyone. 'I'm afraid you're going to be in the middle of a hen party,' she said. 'You're our only man.'
'The pleasure is mine,' Stone replied. A houseman brought everyone mimosas, and half an hour later, they sat down to lunch.
The conversation was about LA. matters-films, gossip, and shopping.
'I understand you're a friend of Arrington Calder,' Ilsa Berends said to Stone.
It was the first question addressed to him by anyone. 'That's right,' Stone said.
'I also hear you used to live together,' the actress said. This got everyone's attention.
'I think I'll stand on attorney-client privilege,' Stone replied.
Everyone laughed.
'Were you there when Arrington was arrested?' another woman asked.
'I was at the meeting at the D.A.'s office, where Arrington had voluntarily appeared and answered questions.'
'I think she did it,' the youngest woman, who could only have been in her early twenties, said.
'Certainly not,' Stone replied.
'The loyal attorney,' Berends said.
'So far, the district attorney seems to have no evidence against her.'
'Except Beverly Walters' statement,' Charlene said.
Stone was astonished. 'How did you know about that?' he asked.
Everybody laughed.
'Because Beverly has told everyone she knows about it,' Charlene replied. 'She would never be involved in anything like this without telling all of Beverly Hills.'
'Well, I can tell you that her version of the conversation is different from Arrington's. It was an entirely innocent remark.'
'Innocent, that she said she was going to kill her husband?' Berends asked.
'Haven't you ever said you were going to kill somebody?'
'No, not seriously.'
'Neither has Arrington-seriously.'
'You're sweet, standing up for her like that. You really think she's innocent?'
'I really do,' Stone said. 'Or I wouldn't say so.'
'So, what's your strategy going to be at trial?' somebody asked.
'That will be for Marc Blumberg to decide; he's the lead attorney in the case. I'm just helping out when I can and handling Arrington's personal affairs.'
'Oh, so Arrington had affairs, too?' someone asked.
'Her business affairs,' Stone said, wagging a finger at her. 'There's an estate to setde and a lot of other things to be taken care of.'
'Didn't Vance have a lawyer?'
'Yes, but Arrington is entided to her own representation.'
'So, what have you handled for her?'
'Ladies, you'll have to forgive me; I've said about all I can.'
'Oh, shoot,' Berends said. 'And there was
'I'm sorry to disappoint you,' Stone said.
The absence of further information seemed to cast a pall over the luncheon, and soon the women began leaving. Finally, Stone was left alone with Charlene Joiner.
'Thank you, Ramon,' she said to the houseman, who was clearing the dishes. 'Just put those things in the dishwasher, and you and Reba can go. Thank you for coming in today.' She watched the man go into the kitchen, then turned to Stone. 'Alone at last,' she said, standing up and slipping out of the sarong. 'I hope you don't mind if I get some sun.'
'Not at all,' Stone said. To his surprise, she didn't stop with the sarong; she unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and shucked off the bikini bottom. He noted that there were no sun lines on her body.
She stretched like a cat. She was tall and slender, and she obviously took very good care of herself. Her legs were long, her hips were narrow, and her breasts were impressive.
'They're original equipment,' she said, catching Stone's glance.
Stone laughed. 'I'm glad to hear it. You said you had some information for me.' He tried to keep his tone light and his breathing regular.
She settled on the chaise beside his, turned her face to the sun and closed her eyes. 'Yes, I do. It may not be important, but I thought you ought to know about it.'
'I'm all ears.'
'Vance and I use the same gardening service, which takes care of the grounds of both his Malibu and Bel-Air houses. The man, whose name is Felipe, was due here on Monday morning to cut the grass and do some gardening work, and he didn't show up. I called the service, and they sent somebody else that afternoon.'
Stone waited for this to become relevant. 'Go on.'
'The man who came in the afternoon didn't do a very good job, so I called his boss and asked when Felipe would be back He said he had called Felipe's house-he apparently lived with a sister-and was told that he had returned to Mexico over the weekend, and he didn't know when he'd be back.'
'Did Felipe also work at the Calders' house?'
'Yes; he worked there last Friday and on Saturday, the day Vance was killed.'
