"Do you know who is paying Mr. Emspak to represent you?"
"Nope."
Now the sun broke through the morning overcast and gleamed on the polished perfection of Tony's waxlike skin. A woman reporter from the Mirror asked in an abrupt, mannish voice:
"Tony—what happened to your face?"
"The Doc says it's some new kind of plastic surgery. I got burned in that accident...."
"When you were driving away from the bank?" Bert Brown snapped out.
"Yeah."
Brown grinned in triumph. It had been a neat double play. The two investigators from the D.A.'s office scribbled furiously. Jake Emspak continued to stare into the TV cameras without blinking.
From the back row, a Daily News man boomed out:
"Then you admit the shootings, Tony?"