She Cradled the Smoking Gun: Ch 4
Stone circles back to the site of the film premiere to see how much of an argument ensued
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Paul Kaye had plenty of friends. Online research showed him interviewed by the glossy LA and Southern California lifestyle magazines featuring the most expensive pubs, cars, and other symbols of achievement. Paul was usually lost in a crowd of smiling faces.
Life looked good, obviously, and So Cal appeared to be a vibrant region of progress unless you or a family member was a murder victim. Then it sucked big time.
But Paul Kaye also had an enemy and piecing the puzzle together required discipline and the willingness to search for one clue at a time using phone records, retracing steps, and dissecting relationships.
Stone pulled up to the hotel lobby in Century City which he considered the name for an overpriced street of high rises and people who liked to pretend they were important. He parked off to one side in his Crown Vic.
The valet started to protest until Stone took out his badge and quieted the man. He walked beneath chandeliers through the expansive lobby and made his way to an open area that looked out over a courtyard below and the Hollywood Hills to the north.
