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Hector muttered, his voice barely audible.
    Ben couldn’t say anything, no words were coming, nothing to describe the horror that was happening right now.
    ‘You killed her, Benjamin.’
    His eyes locked with his father’s, disbelief clouding his features. ‘It was you. Your gun…’
    ‘You killed her.’ Hector stepped over Marianna’s body like she wasn’t even there, his expression verging on manic as he approached Ben. ‘I can’t take the fall for this one, Benjamin. Fucking her was one thing, but killing her… You’ll take the blame…’
    Ben backed away, shaking his head, tucking his own gun down the back of his jeans. ‘You’re crazy. I’m not gonna take shit for this! Sol – he’ll kill me! He’ll hunt me down, it’s an eye for an eye in this world, remember? And I’m not taking a bullet for you. Not for you.’
    ‘You have no choice, son. I call the shots around here, that’s the way it fucking works. So listen to me – get out of here, now. Go to the old boneyard, and hide in the bunker. Are you listening to me, Benjamin?’
    Ben’s head was spinning. He could feel his whole world starting to spiral out of control and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. Nothing. His father was right – in this world he called the shots. That’s the way it had always been. He had no choice. He had to either do as his father said, or wait until Sol hunted him down and sought his revenge. Either way he was trapped.
    He nodded slowly, his breathing finally starting to return to normal.
    ‘Good… We’re gonna need the sheriff’s help on this one. I’ll talk to him…’ Hector reached out and gently touched his son’s cheek, a warped act of emotion that did nothing but turn Ben’s stomach. ‘You can’t stay here now, you know that, don’t you? You need to go.’
    ‘Why don’t you just kill me too, huh? Right here, right now. Wouldn’t that be easier? You could tell everyone you shot me in self-defense, save yourself all this trouble. Why wait to do it?’
    ‘You’re still my son, Benjamin. No matter what you think of me.’ Hector pulled his hand away, his expression still impassive. Blank. There was nothing there. His father really was dead behind the eyes. ‘You’ll be contacted, when I’m ready. I really am sorry, son. But this is the way it has to be. You understand, don’t you? You understand why I can’t take the fall for this?’
    ‘What’s gonna happen to me?’ It was an obviously rhetorical question. Ben already knew the answer.  
    ‘You’ll know.’ Hector’s eyes bored deep into his son’s. ‘When the time comes.’
    ‘You don’t deserve to be called a father.’ Ben raised his voice just a touch, but his tone remained flat. ‘You betray one son, you want the other one dead. And as for your daughter… If there is such a thing as karma, then I hope to God Hector Almeda gets one hell of a fucking dose.’
    Hector stared at him, still no flicker of emotion registering anywhere on his face. ‘You need to go. We can’t risk anyone finding you here.’
    Ben started to walk towards the door, stopping just once, but even then he didn’t look back.
    ‘And don’t even think about retaliating.’ Hector’s words were sinister in their delivery. ‘It will do you no good. Your future is decided now, Benjamin. And there isn’t anything you can do to change it.’
     
     
    ‘Jesus…’ Coby sat back in his seat, signalling once more to Red, but this time for whisky. He needed something stronger than beer after listening to that. He’d always had his suspicions that Hector Almeda was a cold, evil bastard – but to be so calculated towards your own son? To plan his demise in order to save your own ass? That was fucking brutal.
    ‘The “accident”, it didn’t go to plan, obviously.’ Ben threw a shot of whisky down his neck, immediately refilling his glass. ‘I didn’t die, and I was supposed to, I’m certain of that. I was supposed to die under the wheels