was in a chair opposite Ben.
âBody builder gone?â she asked. He nodded.
âHarrison Coolson is coming. And Darla called to say sheâs on her way. Another party forming apparently. Ben isnât happy about it.â
âAnything new from Wannamaker?â
âOn his way. The usual suspects gathering. Whereâs the gun?â
âWhere he left it, under the towels. Arthur kept an eye on him until he was off the property. Heâs another one of Benâs lap dogs,â he added.
âI suspected as much. Ben treats him like dirt.â She turned away from watching Ben. âAnd he eats like a pig. Scarfing it down like thereâs no tomorrow.â
âWeâll have to pick our time to move the gun,â Sam said. âThere will be too many people around. I donât want any of them to see a gun falling to the carpet.â
She shrugged. âWith muscle man gone, it wonât make much difference, just so we do it before he comes back. The other problem might be harder. I have to get at your computer before they bring in an expert, and while itâs out of their sight. Letâs hope Darla and Coolson keep him busy with whatever is on their minds.â
Darla was the first to arrive. Arthur escorted her to the terrace. Darla was wearing a short sundress, her shoulders bare, and she carried a tiny clutch bag.
âIf that dress was any tighter, it would be under her skin,â Lori said.
âWhatâs up, sweetheart?â Ben said as Darla approached his table. âWant some lunch?â
âMaybe later. I wanted to tell you about an interesting thing that happened this morning.â She pulled out a chair and sat down. âI was a little worried about Rebecca. I invited her to breakfast. You realize, of course, that she knows few people in town, and last week was so hectic with police asking us all so many questions, I just felt that she might be feeling a little apprehensive, a little bewildered, and perhaps I could help her. Sheâs such a sweet naïve child.â Her voice was honeyed, her expressive face registering nothing but concern. âIt seems that she was puzzled by her contract. Itâs so long and confusing, and darling Sylvia was not available, in a panic over that attempt on your life, and police and the media at her doorstep twenty-four seven. Poor Rebecca didnât know where to turn.â
As she spoke, Ben stopped eating. He drank some juice and watched Darla with narrowed eyes and a deepening flush on his cheeks.
âI happened to remember that Rebecca has an uncle who is a lawyer in Denver. I suggested that she might want him to vet the contract for her, explain its many clauses in terms she can understand. She was very grateful. It really hadnât occurred to her to do that. I assured her that thereâs no hurry about it, since you donât have a new picture lined up yet. Heaven only knows how much poor Sam had time to write, or if you can retrieve it. You might have to get a new writer, a new script, a new book or something. These things do take so much time, donât they, darling.â
She stood. âNow I think Iâll get into a swimsuit and take a turn in the pool. That was a hot drive up here.â
âYouâll regret this,â Ben said in a harsh voice. âIâll see to it that you regret it.â
âDarling, you know Iâm thinking only of your future great works. Be back in a few minutes.â
Sam stood aside as Darla swept past him.
âGo,â Lori said. âYou saw one of the most beautiful boy bodies. Now feast your eyes on the most beautiful girl body. Iâd say look but donât touch, but itâs hardly necessary. Iâll keep the pig in sight a while longer.â
Sam didnât hesitate. He trailed after Darla and, to his surprise, she did not go up the grand staircase, but turned instead to the stairs to the lower level of the mansion.