Dom scoured the festival area twice looking for Sander, but he had disappeared. He swore to himself, annoyed that he had let the man get away. He could be off murdering someone else right now.
“He could be off eating dinner,” said Kiko when Dom told him. He pulled out his phone. “It’s six now. Thanks.”
Dom handed him a roast beef sandwich he’d picked up at the boy scouts’ stand on the way over. He unwrapped the foil on another sandwich and took a bite, leaning annoyed on the counter of Kiko’s booth. When he caught Kiko’s eye, however, the other man smiled at him.
“I think it’s about time you tried a beer float.” Kiko exited the stand and grabbed Dom by the arm; Dom set his sandwich down and followed. “I’ll have one too—I close up at six-thirty on the third because no one races this late
