Chapter 21
“Well, here we are,” said Kiko as he shut off the engine. Dom sat clutching his basket like a scared child, hating himself for it. He had no idea how to confront a murderer. He was beginning to worry about what came next, about how stupid he was being.
Kiko got out, walked around to Dom’s side of the door, opened it. He didn’t look the least bit nervous.
“Come on,” he said, and Dom got out, put the basket on his seat. He shut the door and jumped at Kiko’s hand on his arm.
“What?” asked Kiko, slight frown on his face. “Do you not want to do this anymore?”
“No,” said Dom, shaking his head. “I do. I just don’t know what to say to a murderer.”
“Potential murderer. And I thought you had some idea of what you wanted to do.”
Dom shrugged, unable to meet Kiko’s gaze, trying not t
