Chapter 7
“You want anything else before I go?” asked Dom, nodding to Kiko’s less-than-half-full water. He couldn’t imagine it was fun standing around in the heat with nothing to do. Kiko shook his head.
“If the chili contest’s over, I think questioning the judges would be a good idea. Most of them at least would have been around when you turned in your pie—”
“Just where I was going,” said Dom, not wanting the thought of his pie to get Kiko worried about him again. “Elena probably saw Sander with the pie stabber just before it all happened.”
“Good luck then,” said Kiko, but Dom thought he looked disappointed Dom was leaving already. He had to know that the only way Dom would allow himself to be talked out of going to Sander’s room tonight was enough evidence against him otherwise, thou
