Bel-Air Dead (13 page)

“Yes, he called my cell and gave me the combination to his safe at Centurion. I went over there and picked up the share certificate; that’s why I was out of the office.”

“Where is the certificate now?”

“At the office, in my safe.”

“I don’t suppose Jim had an opportunity to sign it.”

“No, I was going to see him tomorrow morning.”

“Well, Harvey, I think you’d better get a couple of armed guards over there. A cop napping outside the door isn’t going to make him safe.”

“I’ll do that right away.”

“And Harvey?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to sound callous, but the best thing you can do to keep Jim safe is to get him to sign that certificate at the earliest possible moment—tonight, if possible. And let Prince’s attorney know about it.”

“I see your point; I’ll do what I can.”

Stone gave him his cell number. “Please call me when you have his signature. The sales documents will be in your fax machine when you get to your office tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll do that,” Stein said.

Stone hung up, then stood and thought for a moment. There was no point in telling the others about this at the moment, he decided. Why ruin the dinner party? He turned to find Dino standing in the doorway.

“Everybody’s sitting down. Everything okay?”

“Not exactly,” Stone said. “Jim Long got himself shanked in some sort of fight at Metro Jail.”

“Dead?”

“Bleeding. He’s on his way to Cedars-Sinai to have a kidney removed.”

“Any chance he’s going to live to make the sale?”

“His lawyer is taking the stock certificate to the hospital for his signature. He realizes that Long won’t be safe until the stock comes to us.”

“Well, Charlene has already got security in place, but what about Arrington?”

“I think I’d better talk with Mike Freeman about that,” Stone said. “Strategic Services has a Los Angeles office.”

“Prince has a long reach, doesn’t he?”

“You could say that,” Stone replied. “We’re at three bodies, two of them dead, and counting.”

They rejoined the party, but everyone had already taken seats at the table, so Stone would have to wait until after dinner before speaking to Mike about Arrington’s security.

26

The party continued merrily until nearly midnight, very late for L.A., where movie people rose at dawn and headed to their shoots. As everyone began to drift out, Stone took Mike Freeman aside.

“Mike, that phone call I took before dinner was not good news. One of the Centurion shareholders whose stock we need to acquire to keep the studio from being sold was shanked in jail earlier this evening and is having a kidney removed at Cedars-Sinai.”

“Is he going to make it?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know; he’s lost a lot of blood. What I’m concerned about now is Arrington’s safety, since she’s the largest Centurion stockholder.”

“You think this fellow Prince is behind the stabbing?”

“Two other people, one a stockholder and the other her assassin, are already dead. Can your L.A. office arrange some security for Arrington, starting immediately?”

“I’ll take care of it right away,” Mike said, reaching for his cell phone. “Let’s see, we’ll need a man inside the front gate, one inside the house, near Arrington’s bedroom, and three patrolling the grounds. Is it fenced the whole way around?”

Stone beckoned Manolo, who was clearing the dining table.

“Yes, Mr. Stone?”

“Manolo, does the wrought-iron fence go all the way around the property?”

“Yes, sir, and, it’s all on the alarm system.”

“I’ll need to take a look at the system,” Mike said.

“Manolo,” Stone said, “Mr. Freeman is going to arrange for security guards to come to the house tonight. Please let them in when they arrive, and right now, show Mr. Freeman the security system.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Stone.”

“And not a word to Arrington about this.”

“No, sir, Mr. Stone.”

Manolo and Mike went into the house together.

Stone and Dino sat down and had a nightcap.

“Mike is arranging security for Arrington,” Stone said.

“Great. What about security for you?”

“Me?”

“You’re the guy who’s running the show that’s trying to foil Prince’s takeover of Centurion.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Stone said.

“I think we should start carrying,” Dino said.

“I think you’re right,” Stone replied.

Stone was dressing the following morning when his cell buzzed.

“Hello?”

“Stone, it’s Carolyn Blaine. It’s important that I see you as soon as possible.”

“Can’t we talk over the phone?”

“No, I don’t trust the phone.”

“All right, come here for breakfast; you know the way.”

“I’ll be there in half an hour,” she said, then hung up.

Stone was the first up. Dino was apparently still asleep, and Arrington was not an early riser. He buzzed Manolo. “Manolo, I’ll be having a guest for breakfast, a Ms. Blaine. She should be here in around half an hour.”

“Yes, Mr. Stone. The security people arrived around one a.m. and are doing their work.”

“Tell the one in the house not to be standing at Mrs. Calder’s door when she wakes up. He must be discreet until I’ve told her about the security.”

“Yes, Mr. Stone.”

“We’ll have some of your eggs Benedict for breakfast, this time with smoked salmon instead of ham.”

“Yes, Mr. Stone.”

His cell buzzed again. “Hello?”

“It’s Eggers.”

“Good day, Bill.”

“We faxed the sales documents for Mr. Long’s Centurion stock to Harvey Stein a couple of hours ago.”

“That’s good news. How about Baird’s documents?”

“Faxed to you; also, the corporate documents and sales agreement for Arrington’s airplane. Also, instructions to Chase to allow us to transfer funds from her account on her behalf. Make sure she signs where indicated. As soon as you fax that back to Chase, we can wire the funds for exercising the options on her adjoining property.”

“Certainly. You know, Bill, it’s great to have the firm behind me like this. I could never have gotten it all done on my own.”

“You need the firm now, because you have the clients to support.”

“Of course.”

“And the extension of Arrington’s line of credit has been granted for two hundred million.”

“Again, thanks.” Stone said goodbye, then hung up.

Stone ran his belt through the loops, then stopped. He took his travel gun, a Colt Government .380, from his case and put it on his belt, then slipped into a linen jacket to cover it.

His cell buzzed again. “Hello?”

“Stone, it’s Harvey Stein.”

“How is Jim?”

“He was in a coma when I got there—result of loss of blood, and he hasn’t come to since the surgery.”

“Prognosis?”

“No better than a fifty-fifty chance of recovery. If he crashes now, we’ll have to start thinking about unplugging him. I’m his medical surrogate and his executor, so it will be up to me to decide if and when.”

“I don’t envy you that, Harvey.”

“I don’t envy me that, either. I’ll call when there’s news.” He hung up.

Carolyn made it in twenty minutes, and Manolo showed her out to the pool, where he had set the table.

“You look flustered,” Stone said. “Breakfast will be here shortly; would you like a mimosa?”

“No, thank you, just some orange juice.”

Stone poured them each a glass from the pitcher on the table. “Now,” he said, “what’s up?”

“First of all, Terry Prince found out yesterday that you had been to see James Long in jail, and that he had agreed to sell you his stock.”

“Oh? How did he know about that?”

“Terry is very plugged into the LAPD, and he has taken an interest in Long, since he learned he’s a stockholder. His lawyer talked to Long’s law firm yesterday.”

“I see.”

She fidgeted for a moment. “There’s more,” she said. “Someone knifed Long during the dinner hour last night.”

Stone decided to play dumb. “Is he all right?”

“He had surgery last night at Cedars-Sinai; I haven’t heard the result yet.”

“Why are you telling me all this, Carolyn?”

“You once said to me that if I needed legal advice to come to you.”

“That’s right, I did, but you don’t appear to have done anything wrong—not from what you’ve told me, anyway.”

“It’s not that,” she said. “Yesterday, quite by accident, I picked up the wrong phone line and heard Terry order Long’s murder.”

“Did he say that: ‘Murder James Long’?”

“Not exactly.”

“What did he say, exactly?”

“He said something like, ‘It needs to be done tonight; tomorrow could be too late.’ ”

“He could have been talking about getting a haircut. What made you think he was ordering a murder?”

“Terry called me and told me to bring in the file on a project we’re working on. I was with him for a good four hours before we finished. Shortly before I left, he got a phone call, and I answered. It was a man named Carter, whom I knew from other calls; he works at Parker Center. Terry took the call, and I pretended to go through the file while he talked. He said, ‘Is it done?’ Then he said, ‘Did Long have an opportunity to sign any papers today?’ I think the answer to the first question was an explanation of what had happened to Long, and the answer to the second question was no. He hung up, and I asked if everything was all right. He said he wasn’t sure; a friend was having surgery at Cedars, and he wouldn’t know anything until morning.

“I had some dinner with a friend, and when I got home I heard on the news that James Long had been stabbed at the jail and taken to Cedars-Sinai. It was easy to put two and two together.”

“And,” Stone said, “since you put two and two together only after the fact, you had no reason to call the police yesterday.”

“That’s right, and I’m not sure that what I could testify to is enough to get Terry tried and convicted.”

“I think you’re right about that,” Stone said.

Manolo brought breakfast, and they began to eat.

“Tell me, Carolyn,” Stone said, “do you have any idea what happened to Terry’s driver, Alexei?”

“Only what I read in the papers,” she said. “Terry brought up the subject, but he seemed to be as mystified as I. The man hadn’t come to work the day before, and when I called his apartment there was no reply. No reply to his cell phone, either.”

“What about Jennifer Harris? Any ideas about her death?”

“Who?”

“That was in the papers, too. She was the daughter of Eddie Harris, who used to run Centurion, and she had inherited his stock in the studio.”

“Now that you mention it, I think I saw something about her in the papers, too, but I didn’t connect her with Terry’s attempt to get control of Centurion.”

They finished breakfast, and Carolyn got up to go. “What should I do?” she asked.

“Nothing, for the moment, just keep an ear to the ground. Although what you’ve told me isn’t enough for an arrest, it could be very useful at trial in conjunction with other evidence that might be found in an investigation.”

“Stone,” she said, picking up her handbag, “why did you tell me at the Bel-Air Hotel party not to mention to Terry that Mrs. Calder has an option to buy some property adjoining her estate?”

“I can’t tell you that right now, but it’s better for you that Prince doesn’t know. You’ll have to trust me on that.”

“All right,” she said, “I will.”

Stone watched her walk back toward the main house, and he wondered why he was not sexually attracted to her. She was quite beautiful, after all.

27

Stone retrieved the Woodman & Weld documents from the fax machine in the house, and when he returned to the patio, Arrington and Dino were having breakfast. He put the envelope on the table and poured himself a second glass of orange juice.

“You’re not eating?” Arrington asked.

“I was hungry; I ate earlier.”

“What’s the big envelope?”

“Many documents for your signature. Signing them will wrap up the property purchase, the airplane purchase, the purchase of Baird’s shares, and it will authorize Woodman & Weld and me to transfer funds from your line of credit to pay for all of that.”

“You didn’t mention the purchase of James Long’s shares.”

Stone sighed. “There’s a problem with that.” He told her about the attack on Long.

“You mean Prince can have people killed in prison?”

“It’s not as hard as you might imagine, if you have a contact on the inside.”

“I’m beginning to feel unsafe,” she said.

“You’ve had round-the-clock security since late last night,” Stone said. “Mike Freeman arranged it, and his people are good.”

“Oh, then I feel safer.”

“With any luck at all you’ll have everything wrapped up and will be able to fly back to Virginia tomorrow—the day after, at the most.”

“You mean if James Long doesn’t die.”

“I mean if he signs the papers. If he dies, then we have to deal with his estate.”

“Oh, God,” she said.

“We have to take these things as they come,” Stone said. “Everybody’s working very hard to make this work.”

“I know you’re working hard, Stone, and I’m very impressed by how quickly you’ve been able to generate all the paperwork for these various transactions.” She put her fork down. “Okay, give me a pen.”

Stone guided her through the documents, then doublechecked to be sure she had signed them all, then he summoned Manolo and gave him instructions on faxing the documents.

“Before the day is out, you’ll own Baird’s shares, the adjoining properties, and the airplane.”

“Things didn’t happen this fast when I was dealing with Mr. Sharp, back in Virginia. He would have taken weeks to get all this done.”

Manolo came and told Stone he had a call.

“Hello?”

“Stone, it’s Rick Barron. Have you heard about Jim Long? The morning news said he’s in the hospital.”

“Yes. We’re still going to make this happen, Rick. We just have to wait for him to be sufficiently conscious to sign the sales documents. They’re in his attorney’s hands now.”