Chapter 23

“I know, you’re protective,” he said. “You’re probably afraid he knows who I am from overhearing Karen and is coming after me next.”

“Yeah, well,” said Dom, shrugging.

“Then let’s get him. He doesn’t seem picky about who he shoots. Anyone could be in danger.”

Dom didn’t object, and when Kiko got out of the shower he found the man sitting in the breakfast nook with coffee, looking up news articles on his laptop. There wasn’t much new to learn; there was an obit for Karen, a piece where her coworkers talked about how much they’d enjoyed working with her, and a statement from the police that they were doing all they could and for the public to be vigilant. By the time Kiko pulled into Yolks on You, he figured he and Dom had their work cut out for them.

“Morning, Kiko,” said Katie when she got in. She was holding a tray. “I made you some brownies.”

The last thing Kiko wanted was brownies, but he thanked her and set them behind the counter.