At least Dom had the decency to look guilty, Kiko observed. He also looked startled and worried, but then, Dill did look a bit frightening at the moment. His teeth showed, his smugness projected violently toward them. Kiko himself was unsettled, but he refused to believe what he’d heard.
“Oh, come on, Dill,” he said. “Anyone can see you didn’t do it. You’re—”
“Just a kid?” Dill turned to look at the still-shocked Dom. “He thinks so. Everyone thinks so. But I can vote. I can sell a beer. Isn’t that funny? It’s just so hard to think a kid capable of murder, isn’t it?”
“Call the cops,” said Dom. Kiko glared at him.
“No. Dom, he didn’t do it.”
“The hell he didn’t. Have you been listening?”
“He hasn’t actually admitted to anything,” said Kiko, hoping Dom wouldn’t go ahead and call anyway.
