Dom figured the look on Kiko’s face was about what was on his currently, too. He could only stare at Buddy, the brewmeister’s winter-flushed features crinkling with a small smile.
“What?” asked Kiko. Buddy looked at Dom instead.
“Buddy Angus’ message,” said Buddy. “Remember? A big event with a pet. I was worried that, since you didn’t have a replacement for Mother, a murderer had killed you.”
“Well, thanks for showing up to check on us,” said Dom, trying not to be offended that Buddy had thought they might die but hadn’t bothered to do anything about it until halfway through the following day. “But we’re alive.”
Buddy nodded, face solemn.
“Martha said I was overreacting, and that Buddy Angus could have been wrong, but I know Buddy Angus and Buddy Angus has never been wrong.” His expre
