Inside, a team of doctors stood in a semi-circle around the bed, conferring with a short, plump woman with a tear-streaked face. Presumably David Harris was lying in that bed, but Melanie couldn’t see him through the hovering crowd.“Robin’s in there with the doctors now, and it sounds like encouraging news,” Adelman said, a smile lighting up his hound-dog face. “The bullet missed all major organs. The surgery went well. They just upgraded his condition from critical to serious.”Melanie exhaled and met Dan’s eyes. “Thank God.”“You don’t know how bad I felt for not accepting your offer of protection,” Adelman said.“Don’t blame yourself, Bob,” Melanie said, although of course she’d been blaming herself.“I felt that way at first, but then I found out what time Dave was shot. When you and I were chatting over drinks last night, this had already happened. So even if I’d taken you up on the bodyguard offer, it wouldn’t’ve changed the outcome. I know that doesn’t make Dave getting shot okay, but at least I don’t have to feel like a total schmuck.”“What time was he attacked?”
