“I hate secrets; tell me.”
“Can’t. Lives are at stake.”
Carrie turned to Dino. “That’s a lie, isn’t it?”
“Nope,” Dino said. “Lives are at stake.”
“Oh,” Stone said, “I met someone who knew you at Agnes Scott College.”
“Who?”
Stone backtracked. “I can’t remember her name; she was from Charleston.”
“Mitzi somebody?”
“That sounds right.”
“She was a year or two ahead of me. She was very pretty.”
“She still is.”
Carrie’s eyes narrowed. “And how did you meet her?”
“I had lunch with a business associate, and she came along.”
“I’d love to see her. Did you get her number?”
“She went back to Charleston this afternoon, I believe.”
“Good.”
So much for changing the subject, Stone thought. He hadn’t seen Carrie jealous before, and it was a little scary. He remembered the straight razor. “How are rehearsals going?”
“I had a little contretemps with the choreographer today,” she said.
“He wanted me to do a move that would have broken my back.”
“And how did you handle that?”
“With a flat refusal, a display of temper, and a couple of bad words.”
“How did that work out?”
“He removed the move from the routine,” she said with some satisfaction. “I mean, I might have managed it when I was eighteen, but I know my body better than he does.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“You know it better than he does,” she said with a sly smile.
“Harrumph,” Dino sputtered. “Too much information.”
“Oh, Dino, you’re sweet,” she said, laughing.
“Was that the only problem?” Stone asked.
“There was an unwelcome twist,” she said. “He asked my understudy to demonstrate the move for me. Her name is Melissa Kelley, and she’s in the chorus, and if he weren’t gay I would suspect something between them.”
“And she was able to do the move?” Dino asked, now fascinated.