He steps forward, hand outstretched. “C’mon, Ben. Give me the gun. Then the worst that’s happened is you’ve winged me in an accident. Just one of those stupid things that happens when brothers mess around.”
Charlotte breaks in. “What about Kirstie? She could die. And all she ever did was try to warn Ben when he was out of order.”
“Michael, she’s right,” I say. “This has already gone beyond any attempt to brush it under the carpet. And that’s before any medical check on Charlotte after her fall. If there’s any damage to the baby…”
Michael jolts…
Ben screams at him. “It’s not your baby, Mike. It’s his.”
“It’s a baby!” Mitch yells, striding forward. “It’s done nothing. Hurt no-one…”
Ben’s gun wheels on to her. “What the f**k’s it to do with you? You weren’t even in this until they went
