“Are you all right?” asked Dom when they had gotten into the truck. Kiko tore off his tie and tossed it onto the dash, leaning back.
“Yes,” he said firmly. It wasn’t a complete lie; he was sure he was all right, but he felt awful. His head hurt, and air seemed difficult to come by despite having access to it again. “And you’re not going to get me down to the police station.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” said Dom. “I was just trying to get us out of there.”
“You weren’t?” asked Kiko, surprised. He turned to look at Dom, who was sitting in his seat looking upset and guilty. “I thought you wanted to get Dill locked up. What changed?”
Dom tried to give a little casual shrug, but it was clear he was bothered by something.
“When I saw him after he let you go. He seemed shocked, Kiko—I don’t thin
