It was always amazing how easily a thing could turn bad. Kiko decided that, if unearthing the truth with Dom taught him anything, it was how thin the line between fine and deadly was. If he’d opened his mouth a few seconds sooner maybe Clark wouldn’t have a knife up against his neck. Maybe he and Dom wouldn’t have to try and talk Joey out of killing anyone while his granddaughter started to bawl.
But that wasn’t the situation they were in. The five-year-old clutched her painting and screwed up her face, and even Chad looked up. Dom had his hands up to try to make himself seem non-threatening, and Kiko’s mind was racing. They had to keep Joey talking until Gordon returned.
“I don’t understand,” he said, despite knowing exactly what was going on. Clark’s knowledge posed a threat. Joey’s ey
