Chapter 5
“This is totes egg-citing and all,” said Chad as he pulled off the tote lid and stared in dismay at the plastic eggs, “but I was wondering if I could take a look around?”
Dom was itching to do the same, but instead he moved over to the basket of spoons and pulled out those that were out of shape to start bending them back into place. Kiko gave a little shrug at Chad’s pun, a small smile on his face.
“Yeah, all right, Chad. I think we have enough hands on everything.”
“Thanks, boss.” Dom saw Kiko open his mouth again, but Chad was off, pulling out his phone as he went.
“I hope he remembers to get back here by one o’clock,” mumbled Kiko, turning back to his selection of birds. They were flat, as if cut from scrap wood lying around on an old farm, and had that kitschy look abou
