Ken ignored everyone; Elton nodded to Mac; Tony smiled at me.Then Tony broke from the group and walked over to me. He took my hands in his. “Are you all right?” he asked with flattering concern. “I’ve been so worried about you.”Slightly embarrassed because everyone was staring at this little side drama, I said, “I’m fine, Tony. Really.”“If you say so.” Then he glanced down and saw my red hand. His head came up. “You are hurt.”“No.” I blushed. “It’s raspberry stains.” All around me reporters were watching and writing. A TV crew was taping.“Are the police taking care of you?” Tony asked.“I’ve got a twenty-four-hour watch,” I said. “Friends.” I indicated Mac.Tony looked startled. Because he thought Mac was still a suspect? “Well, tell them they can count me in to help,” he said. “I mean it.”“Thanks. I will.” Maybe.With a nod, he hurried back to his client and family waiting at the door.Tony laid a hand on Ken and muttered something to him.
