“You’re wasting your time, my dearest,” she said, daubing the sweat from his brow with a corner of the sheet. “Nylon stockings make excellent restraints; they’re extremely strong, stronger than you, in fact.” She opened the razor, and the blade caught the light.
“There’s a very nice little shop in town,” she said, “that sells men’s shaving products, and they had this very beautiful example of German steelmaking.” She pulled a hair from Stone’s head and let it fall on the blade. It separated into two pieces and fell to the floor.
“It has never been used,” she said, “and it will never be sharper than it is at this moment. Just as well, too, since I didn’t manage to steal a local anesthetic from my captors, only the drug. You’ll hardly feel a thing, just the warm trickle-or rather, gush-of blood as it flows across what I believe the poets call the loins.” She reached out and took hold of the tip of his penis. “Let’s get it excited,” she said. “It makes a better target.” She drew back the hand holding the razor and swung it in a slow arc toward its destination.
Then Stone was screaming, and someone was hammering on the door.
“Stone, open the door!” a woman’s voice called.
Stone was sitting straight up in bed, still dressed in his robe. He stumbled to the door and opened it.
“What’s wrong?” Callie asked, alarmed. “You’ve been screaming at the top of your lungs.”
Dino appeared behind Callie. “You all right, Stone?”
Stone went and sat on the edge of the bed, while Callie got a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and upper body.
“I had a dream,” he panted.
“More like a nightmare,” Callie said.
“Yes, more like a nightmare.”
44
The following morning, Stone made the call he had been dreading and could no longer postpone.
“Hello, Stone,” Eduardo Bianchi said.
“Good morning, Eduardo. I hope you’re well.”
“I have been better,” Eduardo said, then was silent.
It was up to Stone. “I understand that Dolce has… left your house.”
“I am afraid that is so,” Eduardo replied.
“Do you have any idea of where she might be?”
“Stone, my friend, I think she would like to be wherever you are.”
“I’m in Palm Beach, Florida, on business,” Stone said. “Dino is with me, and he feels that Dolce may be in Palm Beach; that she may have been following me.”
Eduardo heaved a sigh. “I will send people at once,” he said.
“Eduardo, I cannot guarantee you that she is here. It’s just a feeling.”
“I respect what you feel, Stone, and if there is any chance at all that she is in Palm Beach, then that is where I must look for her.”
“Eduardo, speaking as an attorney, I must ask if you have taken any legal steps toward guardianship?”
“No. This is a family problem, you understand, and I have no wish to bring the courts into it.”
“I understand your feelings, but simply sending people to find her and return her could present legal difficulties that might be more invasive of your family privacy than taking steps to have her declared incompetent.”
“She is not an incompetent person,” Eduardo said stiffly.
“I’m sorry, I meant incompetent in the legal sense, not otherwise. Unless you are willing to make a case to a court that she is not currently able to account for herself and her actions, then she is legally entitled to do and go as she pleases. Removing her to New York from another state could pose problems.”
“Stone, I understand this, and I am grateful for your advice, but you must understand that, in my family, we are accustomed to solving our problems without the help of, ah, public officials. If I can locate Dolce, I can achieve the reunification I desire.”
“Of course, Eduardo. I don’t doubt for a moment that you can.”
“You say that Dino is with you? I had not heard this.”
“Dino came down to help me with another matter, one not connected to Dolce.”
“I see. Well, it is good that he is there; you may well need his help. I need hardly tell you that Dolce may be a danger to herself and to you.”
“I hope you are wrong, but I understand,” Stone said. “If I should locate Dolce, what would you have me do?”
“Simply call me, and I will do the rest,” Eduardo said. “Please don’t try to deal with her yourself. From what her doctors have told me, she could be very dangerous.”
“Eduardo, if Dolce should be traveling under a name not her own, is there a name she might choose to use?”
Eduardo was silent while he thought. “Once, when she was sixteen, she ran away after a quarrel with me. At that time, she used the name Portia Buckingham. It was a ridiculous name for a schoolgirl to choose, I know, but it was a kind of fantasy identity she made up as a child. She might possibly use it again.”
“Would you like me to make some discreet inquiries?” Stone asked.
“Only if you can do so without involving the local police,” Eduardo replied. “I do not wish for Dolce to be brought to the attention of the authorities, unless she tries to harm someone.”
“There’s not much I can do on my own,” Stone said, “but I’ll try.”
“Ask Dino for his help. She is his sister-in-law, after all.”
“I’ll do that.” Stone told Eduardo how he could be contacted.
“Goodbye, Stone, and thank you for your concern for Dolce.”
“Goodbye, Eduardo.” Stone hung up.
Dino sat down beside him. “You called Eduardo?”
“I felt I had to. He’s sending people down here.”
“Great, now we’ll have goombahs roaming the streets of this piss-elegant town.”
“Dino, you know Eduardo is more subtle than that.”
“We’ll see.”
“He wants your help in finding her.”
“What can I do?”
Stone handed him a Palm Beach classified directory. “Start calling hotels. Flash your badge. Inquire about her under her own name and under the name Portia Buckingham.”
“Portia Buckingham? Give me a break!”
“It’s a name she used to fantasize about having when she was a child, Eduardo says.”
Dino shook his head and took the phone book. “I’ll use the phone in the saloon,” he said.
“Don’t alarm anybody, just find out if she’s registered.”
“Thanks, Stone. I needed that advice.” Dino went into the saloon.
“Leave a description with the desk clerk, too,” Stone called after him.
Stone called his office. “Hi, Joan, it’s me. What’s happening?”
“Amazingly little,” she said.
“Patch me into the dictator,” he said. “I have some documents I’d like you to type up and FedEx to me today.”
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Here you go.”
Stone heard the beep and began to dictate. When he had finished and given Joan her instructions, he hung up and went into the saloon. Dino was just hanging up the phone.
“I need the phone book for a minute,” Stone said.
Dino tossed it to him. “I’ve called half a dozen places, starting with the Breakers.”
“No luck, I suppose?”
“She’s already checked in and out of two-the Breakers and the Brazilian Court, under Rosaria Bianchi.”
“You’re kidding. That was easy.”
“Not so easy, pal. She’s moving every day, and that’s going to make her harder to find.”
“Oh. Well, at least we know she’s really in town.”
“That, we know.”
“Will you call Eduardo and tell him that?”
“Okay, I guess.” Dino did not like dealing directly with his father-in-law, but he seemed willing to make an exception this time. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Stone began looking in the phone book under airports, and when he found what he was looking for made the call.
Dino finished his conversation with Eduardo. “What are you up to?” he asked Stone.