“I’m not coming back tonight,” said Chad into his phone as they approached. His pumpkin looked about as far along as it had been when they had left it, although Chad was now sitting at the end of the table closest to the corn maze. “But I saw a guy that was totally shot in the leg. You might get him.”
“Talking to your boyfriend?” asked Dom as they approached. Kiko shot him a frown and then released his hand to slide into a seat. He was exhausted after everything that had happened. Even the box wine tasted amazing.
“What? I don’t, like, have a boyfriend,” said Chad, then into the phone, “My boss and his boyfriend are over here. I think they tried to get shot or whatever. It didn’t work.” He paused. “Yeah, I know I’m single. It totally sucks.”
“Did the police already talk to you, Chad?” a
