“Silence is boring,” said Kiko after a while, chancing to speak. Dom felt very tense in his hand, and Dill had been quiet for so long he feared the man would decide to simply shoot them now and leave. “I want to know—did you steal the scrap metal from Sam?”
“You think I would have been stupid enough to buy it?”
“And how to make the bombs?”
“Internet,” said Dill.
“There’ll be the information on the computer,” said Dom. “You left evidence.”
“On Dill’s laptop? That he takes to school? Any warped teen could be looking up bombs,” said Dill. At the mention of the kid, Kiko’s throat felt like it was tightening again. He took a deep breath.
“You’re forgetting everyone saw what happened back at the Pickle,” said Dom. “With the evidence on Dill’s laptop and what he did to Kiko, he’ll be a susp
