Insatiable Appetites

27

Stone got himself out of bed in time to have breakfast in the kitchen with the kids before they left for the airport.

“So what’s next for you, Peter? Got a picture in mind?”

“I have a good script, but the new head of production is going to have to approve it before we start casting,” Peter said.

“All right, all right,” Ben said, throwing up his hands. “Your script and your budget are approved. I’ve already read it, and I did the budget.”

“I hope he’s this easy to work with in the future,” Peter said.

Stone walked them out to the car, where Fred waited. “The luggage is aboard,” Fred said. “These young people travel light, they do.”

Stone hugged everybody and put them into the car; he waved them off and went back to the front door. He paused there to look at a man on the other side of the street who seemed to be watching him or his house. He wore a black overcoat and a gray felt hat, and a muffler that partially obscured his face. Apparently aware that he had been noticed, the man began walking quickly toward Third Avenue. Stone watched him hail a cab at the corner and drive away. Who, he asked himself, would be watching him or having him watched? He couldn’t come up with an answer.

Stone went back upstairs, showered, shaved, then dressed and went down to his office. Joan was putting some mail on his desk. “Did you notice someone watching the house from across the street earlier?” Stone asked.

“Nope. Has some husband put a detective on you?”

“The women I see don’t have husbands,” Stone said.

“A distraught old flame, then?”

“My old flames are never distraught, they’re relieved.”

“Except for one,” she said, then left the room.

It took Stone a moment to get it. “She’s out of the picture!” he called as she turned into her office.

Joan stuck her head out. “Funny, I thought she was back in the picture.” She disappeared again.

Stone found the thought unsettling. He hoped to God that the whole thing with Dolce wasn’t starting over.

Dolce slept in until she was awakened by Pietro’s rap on the door. “Come in!”

The butler opened the door and stuck in his head. “A dozen crates have been delivered,” he said. “Where would you like them put?”

“In the new studio, please, and ask them to unpack them very carefully and dispose of the crates.”

“Yes, madam. By the way, the task you asked me to perform has been completed.” Pietro vanished.

Dolce ordered her breakfast and showered while she waited for it. She felt curiously lighthearted at the absence of Frank Donovan; he hadn’t been good enough for her, and she had disposed of him, and that was that. Breakfast came, and she didn’t give Frank another thought.

She thought about Stone Barrington, though. She had liked being Mrs. Barrington, while it lasted. Many of her memories of that time were cloudy, or simply absent. She knew she had done some bad things, but in retrospect, they didn’t seem all that bad.

Later that morning she had Pietro bring a ladder to the old barn, and she began hanging pictures on the wall opposite the one where the painters were at work.

“We found some spots of red paint on the floor, ma’am,” one of them said to her. “Funny, we aren’t using any red paint, but we cleaned it up. It didn’t leave a stain.”

“Thank you,” Dolce said, and returned to her work.

Stone came back from lunch and found a note from Dino. He returned the call.

“Hey,” Dino said.

“Sounds like you’re in the car.”

“I’m headed up to the archdiocese,” Dino said. “Our divers found most of the rest of Father Donovan.”

“How much is most?”

“Both legs, the torso, and the right arm. I called ’em off. I don’t see any reason to pay overtime for a left arm, when we’ve got all we need.”

“I hope you’ll put that a bit more tactfully to the cardinal.”

“Oh, I will be the soul of tact when I speak to His Grace.”

“Did you get a cause of death?”

“The ME says his throat was cut before the head was severed. Seems pretty straightforward. Now I’ve got to go unload the remains on the archdiocese.”

“That would seem the simplest way to get rid of them.”

“I hope they don’t insist on finding the other arm,” Dino said. “Did the kids get off okay this morning?”

“Right on schedule.”

“Imagine a son of mine, head of production at a Hollywood studio!”

“Peter’s a little upset about that, but he doesn’t want to show it. He’s fortunate in having Billy Burnett to take up the slack.” Stone waited for Dino to mention Teddy Fay, but he didn’t.

“Gotta dump you for the cardinal,” Dino said. “Talk to you later.”