The drive back to Yolks on You was uncomfortably quiet, but Kiko was feeling calmer since the beer. Nerves. It was just nerves. After everything during the Eggstravaganza, he was acutely aware of how fragile life was. And he knew part of him was unsettled because he had sent Dom off alone to turn in his pie, could have sent him off to his death. He knew it was nonsense—someone had targeted Jeremy, of that he was certain. It had the feel of it, knife to the back, the intensity of the action. Almost passionate.
Maybe Buddy Miller had something, mentioning Jeremy’s long list of wronged women.
“You angry?” asked Dom as they pulled into the Yolks on You lot. Kiko turned off the truck, sighed. He mussed at his hair with a hand, unable to look at Dom.
“You want to solve this, don’t you,” said
