9:11 pm - Rafe and Tony
Rafe's eyes widened at that barrage of information, none of which was particularly good—not even the fact that she worked with Zophie, which simply made it more complicated. He kept one hand on Tony's arm, because the guy looked like he might either explode or collapse, and Rafe didn't want either of those on his conscience. That only made the decision whether to stay or try to extract his brother that much more difficult. Except—
"Looks like it's too late." He didn't have to be close to his brother to know what that look meant. "I'll try to talk to him, but not there. Not on the dance floor. That wouldn't be pretty." The words rang true on his tongue. No, it wouldn't be, but.... "He'll be okay. Trust me. Even Sammy sometimes knows when to walk away."