Chapter 24
The couch where they had lounged the night before, talking about suspects and drinking beer, was now a prison. Dom couldn’t settle into it, not really, despite Kiko making himself comfortable next to him. He wondered how the man could do that, remain so collected in any situation, but as he glanced Kiko’s way he saw his hand at his throat a moment before it fell back to his leg. Kiko was terrified, it occurred to Dom, terrified and settling in to argue his way out of their deaths.
Deaths. Despite Kiko’s warnings of danger, this had not occurred to Dom. If he didn’t accidentally get blown up by a bomb, he’d figured he was in the clear. And now the older Dill was standing there, leaning up against the window frame behind them, a presence of fear and death.
“That’s a good choice
