Chapter 17
Dom shut the door, eyes adjusting to the light, and turned to see the situation more clearly. Peering in before he’d noticed Sander in the chair he’d put a blindfolded Kiko into earlier, but now he could see the chef was securely duct taped in place. Beverly was standing behind him, large kitchen knife to his throat.
“Hands. Up. Now,” she said, glaring at them. “Three steps away from the door, only three.”
Dom saw Kiko obeying her directions and did the same, placing his hands on his head, thinking about the phone in his pocket. There were fireworks piled up around and under Sander’s chair, some of them large, and he began to think Kiko had a point. This could all be Beverly’s doing. This made Dom want to see Sander bleed more, until he actually looked the man in his indignan
