L.a. Dead
“Dead Twenty-two HE HAD BEEN DREADING THIS CALL, BUT HE COULDN’T put it off any longer. Stone dialed Eduardo Bianchi’s private telephone number in New York. As usual, he got only the beep from an answering machine, no message.“Eduardo, it’s Stone Barrington. I would be grateful if you could call me sometime today; there’s something important I have to talk to you about.” He left the numbers of both the bungalow and the Calder house.Then he called Dino. He could not remember when so much time had passed without a conversation with his friend, and he knew he had been putting off this one, because he knew what Dino would say.“She’s guilty,” Dino said, after Stone had brought him up to date.“No, she’s not.”“You just don’t want to believe it, because you think she killed him so she could have you.”Stone winced at the truth. “She passed a polygraph yesterday, aced it,” he said lamely.“Yeah, I saw Blumberg’s press conference on CNN. I don’t believe it; she must have been on drugs, or some...thing.”“The examiner told me drugs couldn’t fool him.”MoreLess
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