Authors: Stuart Woods
Tags: #Thriller, #Suspense, #Mystery
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Putnam Adult (2011)
Tags: Mystery, Suspense, Thriller
Mysteryttt Suspensettt Thrillerttt
Stone Barrington's latest client is no stranger. Arrington Calder isn't just a former lover, this one-time heartthrob is the mother of Stone's son. Arrington, it seems, has been recently widowed by her actor husband, leaving her as the custodian of a fortune in Hollywood studio stock. Intent on cashing in, his pretty ex asks Stone to handle the dull paperwork involved in the deal. There is nothing dull, however, about what Barrington encounters when he arrives on the Bel-Air scene. A sexy action thriller from the author of Strategic Moves and Lucid Intervals.
Table of Contents
BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
Santa Fe Edge
Loitering with Intent
Santa Fe Dead
Beverly Hills Dead
Shoot Him If He Runs
Two Dollar Bill
The Prince of Beverly Hills
The Short Forever
Worst Fears Realized
Swimming to Catalina
Dead in the Water
Santa Fe Rules
New York Dead
Under the Lake
Run Before the Wind
A Romantic’s Guide to the Country
Inns of Britain and Ireland (1979)
Blue Water, Green Skipper (1977)
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bel-Air dead : a Stone Barrington novel / Stuart Woods.
eISBN : 978-1-101-51391-0
1. Barrington, Stone (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Private investigators—
Fiction. 3. Bel Air (Los Angeles, Calif.)—Fiction. I. Title.
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In memory of Elaine Kaufman (1929–2010), who loved writers
Stone Barrington sat with his client, Mike Freeman, of Strategic Services, and his former partner from his NYPD days, Dino Bacchetti, over the ruins of dinner and a bottle of excellent Cabernet.
“That was good,” Mike said. “I never knew how good the food was here, until you started bringing me.”
“Comfort food,” Dino said.
Elaine sat herself down in the spare chair. “Comfort food?” she asked. “Is that some kind of crack?”
“It’s high praise,” Stone said quickly, not wanting to get her started. Elaine’s did not enjoy a high reputation with the food critics of the local media, because they didn’t come often enough to get the good tables, but the regulars knew how good the food was, and that was all she really cared about.
“I’ll take high praise,” Elaine said.
Stone’s cell phone hummed on his belt, and he dug it out of its holster. “Stone Barrington.”
“Stone, it’s Arrington,” she said. Stone and Arrington had once been a very big item, to the extent of his having fathered a son by her.
“Well, hello there,” he said. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.” They had spent one night together in his Maine house, on Islesboro, at Dark Harbor, and then she had taken her leave, saying it was over.