“Well, that explains a lot,” said Kiko, irritated with Dom. He should have taken the opportunity to dash out when they had it; Beverly had been distracted enough by Sander being his charming self, and Kiko could have wrested the knife from her. He didn’t think Dom had frozen up about it, the man just didn’t want to. Now Kiko figured he’d have to do his best to talk Beverly around, despite not thinking she would be open to that. She had already killed one person, and Sander did not look in good condition.
“Does it?” asked Beverly. She was stalking away from Sander now, although never too far, to make sure they knew she could be over at the restrained chef’s chair, her knife in him, before Kiko or Dom could reach her.
But what Kiko liked less was what he saw her doing. She was setting up c
