Abby couldn’t make out what the driver was saying over the noise of the street, but she could hear Ray, because he was screaming.

‘You fucking idiot,’ he shouted. ‘If you’re going to just come to my island and drive around like a fucking lunatic…’

Abby swung open the passenger door and waddled out, one hand on the top of the Datsun, the other under her belly. She got out just in time to see the driver roll his eyes.

‘Dude,’ he said. ‘Relax. We were going about two k’s an hour. I’ll pay for the—’

‘I don’t give a shit how fast we were going or what you’ll pay for. My wife is pregnant, you rich fucking prick.’

The kid on the BMX, who Ray had stopped to let across the street, was sitting on his bike watching, wide-eyed and excited. A horde of beer-swilling young people stopped to watch the commotion, as did a young couple pushing their baby in a pram. People started to honk from the line of cars that had backed up behind them.

‘Look,’ said the driver of the Benz, throwing his girlfriend a nervous glance. She was still in the car, and when Abby looked at her, she locked the door. ‘I don’t know what to tell you, mate, it was an accident. Let’s just exchange details and get out of everyone’s way. There’s no reason this has to ruin our night.’

‘Ray,’ Abby called. ‘Come on. Let’s go.’

‘Get back in the car, Ab.’

‘But—’

‘I said get back in the fucking car,’ he craned his neck to snap the words off at her, then turned back to the driver. Ray wasn’t there anymore. The Switch had been thrown.

‘Jesus, man,’ the driver said. ‘Take it easy on your girl. It’s not her fault her husband is a psycho.’

Oh no, Abby thought.

‘What did you call me?’

There were more honks from the line of cars behind them; more people gathered to watch the chaos that was building in the middle of Bay Street.

‘Take it easy, Ray,’ Abby said. ‘Please, just get back in the car.’

‘Do you want me to pay for the damages or not?’ the young driver said.

‘You think you can just pay your way out of anything, don’t you?’

‘Whatever, dude. You’re upsetting your girl and scaring mine, so I’m just going to leave.’

‘You’re not going anywhere until I let you.’

The driver took his hands from his pockets. He looked nervous now, shifting from one foot to the other.

‘People like you don’t learn,’ Ray said. ‘Your parents pay your way out of trouble until you’re old enough to do it yourself. But you need to learn. You could have hurt my wife.’

‘I know,’ the man said, taking a step backwards, palms up. ‘I’m really sorry.’