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"How much do I get paid?"

"That's the bad news, Felipe; I can't pay a witness. That could get us both put in jail."

Cordova frowned. "I'm going to have expenses, man."

"You can send a bill for your expenses, your reasonable expenses, like cab fare and lunch, to this lawyer." He handed Cordova Marc Blumberg's card. "See that it doesn't come to more than a hundred bucks."

"Suppose I don't want to testify?"

"Then, the police will be looking for you, and if you leave the country, you won't be able to come back. The border patrol will have you in their computer, and you don't want that, do you?"

Cordova shook his head.

"Relax, Felipe; there's nothing to this. When you get to the courthouse, you sit on a bench outside the courtroom until you're called, and then you take the stand, swear the oath on the bible, and you answer questions."

"Just like on Perry Mason?"

"Just like that, except on Perry Mason, the witness is always the murderer. We know you're not the murderer; we just want you to tell about the woman you saw in the house, the one in the terry cloth bathrobe."

"Oh, yeah."

Stone stood up. "Be sure you remember that word, Felipe: terry-cloth. I'll see you there at ten A.M. the day after tomorrow, and remember, that document means you have to testily or be arrested. You understand?"

Cordova nodded.

Stone patted him on the back and went back to his cab. "Okay," he said, "back to Centurion Studios." He took out his cellphone and called Marc Blumberg. "He's been served."

"You think he'll show, or should I send somebody out there?"

"He'll show."

When Stone arrived at the studio bungalow, Dino and Mary A

"So this was Vance's cottage?" Mary A

"This was his office and dressing room," Stone replied. "Of course, he had an RV that served as a dressing room, too. All the stars seem to have them."

A young man pulled a golf cart to the front door and got out.

"Here's your tour guide," Stone said.

"Dino, don't you want to go?"

"I've already seen enough; I'll hang out with Stone," Dino replied.

"Then we'll get some di

Stone went into the study and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Stone, it's Charlene," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Somebody just took a shot at me."

"Where are you?"

"At home. Somebody fired right through the sliding doors to the pool."

"Are you hurt?"

No.

"Call nine-one-one. I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Hurry."

Stone hung up the phone. "Come on," he said to Dino. "I'll explain on the way. Louise, when Mrs. Bacchetti gets back, tell her we'll be back soon, all right?" Sure.

Stone grabbed the Walther automatic and its shoulder holster from a desk drawer, then ran for the car with Dino right behind him.

"What's this about?" Dino asked as they cleared the front gate and turned into the boulevard.

"You're about to meet a movie star," Stone said.

When they pulled up in front of the Malibu Colony house, there were no police cars in sight. Stone wondered about that, but he was relieved that there was no ambulance, either.

The front door was ajar, and Stone walked in cautiously, stopping to listen. He heard nothing. It was getting dark outside, and there were no lights on in the house. "Charlene?" he called out.

"Stone?" her voice came from somewhere at the back of the house.

Stone walked quickly down the hallway, followed by Dino. "In here," Charlene's voice said from somewhere to the right.

They turned into the sitting room of the master suite. Charlene was crouched behind the little bar, and she had a nine millimeter automatic pistol in her hand. She rushed to Stone and threw an arm around him. She was naked. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, the gun at her side.

"This is my friend Dino Bacchetti," Stone said.

"Nice to meet you," Dino said, looking her up and down. He reached out and took the pistol from her, removed the clip, and ejected a cartridge from the chamber.

"Why don't you get into some clothes," Stone said.

She ran into the bedroom.

Stone looked around. The big glass door to the pool side patio had shattered, and glass was everywhere.

Charlene returned, tying the sash on a dressing gown and wearing shoes.

"Where are the police?" Stone asked. "Surely they've had time to get here."

"I didn't call the police," she said.

"Why not?"

"I called you, instead."

"Start at the begi

"I was lying on the sofa there, reading a script, when I heard two shots. The glass door shattered, and I rolled off the sofa onto the floor and crawled over to the bar as fast as I could. My gun was in a drawer there."

"Dino, will you take a look around out back?"

"Sure."

"Wait a minute," Charlene said. She went to a wall switch and turned on the lights around the pool. "That'll help."

Dino slapped the clip back into Charlene's gun, worked the action, then went outside, the pistol hanging at his side.

"Do you think this was a serious attempt on your life?" Stone asked.

"Come here," Charlene replied, leading him around the sofa and pointing.

Stone looked at the two neat holes halfway down the back cushion.

"My head was right under the holes," Charlene said.

"You should have called the police immediately; they should be trying to find out who did this."

"I know who did it," Charlene said. "I saw her."

Stone's i

"I believe these days she calls herself Mrs. Stone Barrington."

"Oh, Jesus," Stone said.

Chapter 56

Stone found a paring knife behind the bar and cut into the sofa, just as Dino returned from the pool area.

"It's clear out there," he said. "The guy must have come up from the beach, since no traffic passed us on the way in here." He looked at what Stone was doing. "Whatcha got there?"

"Two slugs," Stone said, holding them up. "And it wasn't a guy."

Dino took the two lumps and looked closely at them. "Holy shit," he said.

"What?"

"These are mine." He held one up and pointed. "See? I made a mark there on each one, so if I ever got involved in a shootout, I'd know which slugs came from my weapon. These came from the thirty-two automatic I loaned you, Stone. How'd that happen?"

"It seems that Dolce took the gun from my house."

Dino groaned. "Are the cops coming?"

"I didn't call them," Charlene said.

"Why not?" Stone asked. "I told you to call nine-one-one."

"Two reasons: First, the tabloids would make my life hell if they found out that somebody shot up my house; second, I know who her father is."

Stone nodded. "All right."

"Also, once I had the Berretta in my hand, I figured I could handle her."

"Yeah, I thought I could handle her, too," Stone said. He turned to Dino. "Is Eduardo still in L.A.?"

Dino nodded. "At the Bel-Air."

Stone turned back to Charlene. "You want to come with us? Maybe you shouldn't stay here tonight."

"I'll come with you," she said. "I'll sleep at the studio in my RV; let me get some things." She disappeared into the bedroom again.

Stone picked up the phone, dialed the Bel-Air, and asked for Eduardo."

"Yes?"

"Eduardo, it's Stone Barrington."

"Good evening, Stone."

"It's important that I come and see you right away"

"Of course; I'll be here."

"I'll be there in an hour."

"Have you had di