“You think he and Martha go out for coffee before they meet up to shoot guns?” asked Dom as they trudged back to the gym.
“They must keep each other sharp,” said Kiko like it wasn’t as weird to him as it was to Dom. But then, if competition with Martha kept Gordon in practice, Dom wasn’t going to complain. The police chief’s speedy, accurate shooting had already saved his life once.
“We did pretty good this time,” said Dom. Kiko laughed.
“If you mean by that it was Clark in danger and not us…”
“See, you don’t have to worry about me. Maybe we should open up a P.I. business. It’d go well in this town—egg themed store s***h detective agency.”
Kiko shook his head and pulled the door to the gym open.
“You really want to quit your job.”
“It’s soulless,” said Dom, following him back to the
