Chapter 20
Dom was frustrated. He’d been sitting at the prize table with Kiko for almost two hours now, doing nothing but scribbling in the margins of his notepad. He was no farther along than it seemed he ever was; his mind concocted stories for why each person would have set the bombs, or not set all of them more recently. Each story was more ridiculous than the rest; Buddy Miller thought cows were talking to him; Dill wanted to add strippers to his bar; Noodlebeard had an airborne mind-control drug he wanted to pump out in the event room he wanted to create in his restaurant. Despite all that, Dom kept coming back to Sam. Of all the people who had financial desires, Dom felt his was the strongest. Which was too bad, really, because Buddy Miller believing cows were talking to him sounde
