Chapter 8
It was dark when Kiko pulled up to Yolks on You Tuesday morning, but he didn’t miss the open door on his storage building. He got out and crunched through the inch-thick layer of snow that had fallen in the night to investigate. There were no prints in the snow, so either he’d left the door open the night before—unlikely—or whoever had opened it was gone before the snow fell. He stopped just outside the door and reached his arm through to flick on the light, wary. He doubted anyone would have stayed in here overnight, but there was no harm in being cautious.
When he heard nothing he ducked his head around to find the place completely gone through. Boxes of stored decorations and spare products were strewn around, some covered in a light dusting of snow that had blown in. Packag
