Tony managed to mutter “Whadya want?”
“I’d have thought it was more a case of what do you want, Mr Monelli?” replied the uniformed policeman, adding, “And I’d have thought you’d want to thank your lucky stars you’re here and not in the mortuary like four or more of your ‘associates’.” He then used his communication device to contact a detective waiting somewhere nearby who was trying to interview some of the other injured funeral guests.
The detective inspector didn’t bother with sympathy.
“You should be dead! That had your name written on it. Time to talk... while you can!”