Dom glanced at Kiko, waiting for another sign, wanting the man to indicate they should both rush Beverly. If they were fast enough, and surprised her at the right moment…But he figured Kiko wouldn’t want to get Sander killed, even if he was an asshole, even if the chances for that were only about 50-50. So he waited, and listened to Beverly’s rant.
“The moment I saw that pie he brought in, I knew,” she said. “That was my mother’s favorite pie. I’m not stupid, I put two and two together. I confronted him behind the stage.”
“And?” asked Kiko. Dom wanted to stretch his arms, getting sore now, but he didn’t think it was wise to move.
“And he laughed,” hissed Beverly. “The bastard laughed at me when I told him. He refused to give the recipes back, he refused to believe they were mine, and he
