“Look. I really don’t have time to go into this now. I’m late for an appointment.” Steve licked his lips nervously.
“You’re not going to any appointment,” Will warned as he reached for his gun.
“Now wait! Just wait! We can discuss this.” Steve started to backpedal.
“Sit down, Steve. We’ve got a long night to discuss all this if you want. But no one is going anywhere until we all agree on what happened. Will, put your gun away. We wouldn’t want to frighten poor Steve any more than he already is. I think we just need to have a nice little chat.” Cam hoped that this tactic would diffuse the tension in the room. She took a deep breath as she watched Will re-holster his gun. Steve sank down onto the couch but she remained standing. “Ralphie, why don’t you go into the kitchen and get us all something to drink. It’ll calm our nerves. Steve, you got any scotch or whiskey? What are you drinking these days?”