“Okay, so it didn’t work out. She’s still pretty smart,” Stone said stubbornly.

“Anyway, she may not be your only problem.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I haven’t mentioned this, but yesterday we got followed around town by a car.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Somebody is tailing us.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It didn’t seem related to Liz and her problems.”

“And what do you think it’s related to?”

“I think it could be the former Mrs. Barrington.”

“Oh, shit,” Stone said. He had nearly forgotten about Dolce. “What kind of a car?”

“Sort of an anonymous-looking sedan, probably Japanese. The windows were tinted dark. I couldn’t see who was inside.”

“Everybody’s windows are tinted dark down here; keeps out the heat.”

“I think you should take Dolce seriously.”

“You think I don’t?”

“I think you don’t take her seriously enough.”

“And how do I do that? Carry an automatic weapon at all times?”

“You could do worse. And I’m worried about Callie.”

“What about Callie?”

“If Dolce sees you with her, she could be in trouble.”

“Oh, God,” Stone moaned. “When is this going to be over?”

“As far as Dolce is concerned, it’ll be over when one of you is dead, and she might want that sooner than later.”

“You think she’s suicidal?”

“Homicidal, more likely.”

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“Anytime.”

The cell phone on Stone’s belt vibrated. “Hello?”

“Mr. Barrington?”

“Yes.”

“This is Frederick James.”

“Good morning, Mr. James,” Stone said loudly, so that Dino would get it. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”

“I changed my mind. I want you to answer a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“How did you know that I know Paul Manning?”

“Let’s not be cute, Mr. James. I think you are Paul Manning.”

“Well, I’m not, but I’ve been in touch with him.”

“When?”

“Recently.”

“How recently?”

“Recently enough. I know about his past with Allison, and the business with the insurance company. Quite frankly, I know more about him than I want to know.”

“Don’t we all?”

“I got to thinking about what you said in your e-mail. Does Allison really want to buy him off?”

“Yes, she does.”

“For how much?”

“I don’t know that I can discuss that with you, since you claim not to be Paul Manning.”

“Tell me this, then. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get in touch with you?”

“You really don’t know?”

“No, I don’t, or I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“A man called my office several times and wouldn’t leave his name. I suspected it was Paul Manning. I managed to trace the call back to a Manhattan hotel, and you were the only guest whose name I recognized.”

“That’s pretty tenuous, isn’t it?”

“Is it? Wasn’t I right?”