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put the gun down. You don’t wanna hurt anyone.”
    “Yes I do.” He glanced at Eleanor. “And I’m planning to do much more than hurt.”
    Gripping the gun in both hands, he suddenly pointed it straight at Eleanor, who recoiled in terror. “No!” she screamed.
    Joseph’s anger surged into his fists. No one was hurting her. He leaned towards Bob, driven by a primal desire to protect. “You wanna kill someone, motherfucker? Kill me – come on. Point it at me.”
    Bob’s arms trembled as he continued to point the gun towards Eleanor. Joseph knew he was bluffing – there was no way he’d shoot her; he was a bundle of nerves. But Joseph couldn’t risk an accident.
    “I said point the fucking gun at me!” Joseph shouted.
    Bob suddenly swung his arms around and pointed it at Joseph.
    “Joseph…” Eleanor whispered. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Joseph’s mind focused single-pointedly on Bob, pinning him down with his glare and not allowing him to make one false move.
    He held up his hands. “You know who I am, right, Bob?”
    Bob nodded, quivering under his own crushing emotion. “Joseph Quinlan.”
    “Right. And do you want to kill a rockstar today?”
    He shook his head frantically. “No… no.”
    “Alright, let me tell you something – you’re not killing anyone else but me. If I see you pull that trigger, I’ll put myself between the bullet and your target. Understand?”
    Bob opened his mouth to reply, but Robertson’s office door was suddenly yanked open and the man himself strode out, followed by Matthew.
    “What the hell is going on out here?” Robertson shouted. He recoiled as he noticed the intruder, but he quickly composed himself. “Bob, how the hell did you get up here?”
    Bob pointed the gun at Robertson. “I’ve come to kill you, you bastard!”
    “Nobody’s killing anybody,” Joseph said. “Point it at me, Bob. Remember what I said? You squeeze that trigger and I’m taking the bullet.”
    Bob’s eyes were fixed on Robertson – as was the gun. “I’ve fantasised about killing you since you abandoned me to rot in prison!”
    Joseph glanced at Robertson and saw his brow was prickling with sweat. He was starting to panic. Surely he didn’t believe Bob would actually go through with this?
    “You don’t want to kill him,” Joseph said. “You don’t want to end up back in jail.”
    Bob’s fingers gripped the gun tight. “I need to show him he’s not the superhuman he thinks he is. He needs to be reminded that no one’s above the law. He’s flesh and blood, like everyone else.”
    Sympathy arose in Joseph’s chest. Bob wasn’t a killer – he was a man in pain who thought he could get peace by destroying the object of his anger. But that would only make him feel worse and send him straight to hell. “Bob, come on , point it back at me.”
    Bob ignored him, resolutely aiming the gun in his shaking hands at Robertson. He flicked off the safety with a terrifying click, meaning all he needed to do now was pull the trigger. Joseph realised brute force was going to be required. His desire to protect Eleanor overrode his sense of personal welfare and he launched himself forward to grab Bob’s wrists.
    Bob yelled in protest, but the force of Joseph’s dive pulled them both down, and they crashed to the ground – with Joseph on top gripping Bob’s wrist tightly. He squeezed hard, crunching Bob’s wrist bones with such power that his fingers opened and he dropped the gun as he screamed in pain. They writhed together on the expensive carpet as Bob struggled to push Joseph off him, but Joseph was determined. He pushed himself up to his hands, then – resting all his weight on one arm – he pulled back his fist and punched Bob hard in the face, rendering him dazed. Joseph jumped up and drew back his foot to kick him, but he realised that would be brutal and unnecessary – the man was stunned and wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. He lowered his foot, restraining