holding his bleeding right shoulder

Kit met his father's gaze. He saw anger there, as he expected, but also grief. Stanley looked the way he had when Mamma Marta died. Too bad, Kit thought angrily; he brought this on himself. "Too late now for apologies," he said harshly. "I wasn't going to apologize," Stanley said sadly. Kit looked at Nigel, sitting on the floor, holding his bleeding right shoulder with his left hand. That explained the two gunshots that had caused Kit to arm himself with the spray before coming back into the kitchen. Nigel struggled to his feet. "Ah, bollocks, it hurts," he said. Kit said, "Hand over the guns, Toni. Quick, or I'll press this nozzle." Toni hesitated. Stanley said, "I think Kit means what he says." "On the table," Kit said. She put the guns on the kitchen table, beside the briefcase that had contained the perfume bottle. Kit said, "Nigel, pick them up." With his left hand, Nigel picked up a gun and stuffed it into his pocket. He took the second, hefted it, then, with sudden speed, smashed it across Toni's face. She cried out and fell back. Kit was furious with him. "What do you think you're doing?" he cried. "There's no time for that! We have to get going." "Don't you give me orders," Nigel said harshly. "This cow shot me." Kit could tell from Toni's face that she thought she was about to die. But there was no time to enjoy revenge. "That cow ruined my life, but I'm not hanging around to punish her," Kit said. "Knock it off!" Nigel hesitated, staring malevolently at Toni. Kit said, "Let's go!" At last Nigel turned away from Toni. "What about Elton and Daisy?" "To hell with them." "We should tie up your old man and his tart." "You stupid fool, don't you realize we're out of time?"