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She let them into the house. Stone collected the gun and walked back onto the patio off the master suite. The outside lights automatically sensed his presence and came on. He moved carefully around the rear exterior of the house. Something rustled in the bushes, but nothing big enough for a bear; however, he managed to step in something that was too much for a dog or a coyote. He had to get paper towels from the kitchen to clean it off his shoe.
Gala was looking out of sorts when he returned. He cleared the weapon and returned it to its drawer. “I’ll clean the gun for you tomorrow.” He looked at her closely. “Something the matter?”
“A phone message from my ex-husband,” Gala said wearily. “He wants to see me when we’re in L.A.”
“You don’t have to see him.”
“If I don’t, he’ll just keep calling. I’ll have a drink with him and get it over with.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I just can’t imagine what he could want. He’s gotten everything the settlement entitled him to. The last thing he demanded was a case of old wine that he forgot to include.”
“I hope you drank it.”
“No, I shipped it to him.”
“But he keeps asking for things?”
“That’s his pattern.”
“You’ll have to call an end to that. I’ll help, if I can. You can introduce me as your new attorney.”
“That’s a thought. Let’s see how it goes in L.A.”
They made love again and were soon asleep. Why did beautiful women always seem to have grumpy ex-husbands? he wondered as he drifted off.
3
Stone was served a sumptuous breakfast in bed, while watching his favorite Sunday-morning shows, which Gala had TiVo-ed for him. To his surprise, CBS News Sunday Morning had a feature on Boris Tirov, Gala’s ex-husband.
“I heard about this a couple of weeks ago,” Gala said, “but I forgot about it. We may as well watch it.”
In an interview conducted next to his large pool overlooking Malibu Beach, Tirov, a handsome, fit-looking fellow of around fifty, waxed eloquent about his success in the film business, commenting graciously on some of the people he’d worked with.
“I understand you’re leaving Sony and taking your production company to Centurion,” the interviewer said.
“I’m afraid I can’t comment about that,” Tirov replied.
“Would such an announcement come as a surprise to Sony?” he was asked.
Boris chuckled. “It might come as a surprise to Centurion.”
“How long ago was this interview filmed?” Stone asked.
“At least a couple of weeks ago, maybe longer. I’m a bit surprised—Boris would seem to be a better fit at one of the bigger studios than at Centurion, which is a more gentlemanly place.”
“Would you like him not to be at Centurion?”