Dom was twitchy all the way back to Yolks on You, looking over his shoulders, generally appearing how Kiko felt. He had been certain too that something terrible would happen at the parade, that the shooter would return to murder children next. Whether that didn’t happen because the parade wasn’t actually a target or because Police Chief Gordon had gotten enough of a police presence to dissuade the killer, Kiko didn’t know.
“Phew,” said Katie as she unfolded the chair Kiko passed her. “Parade down, Trick-or-Treating to go.”
“You don’t have to stay,” said Kiko, wheeling over the pram. Dom was bringing out the bags of candy and a few bowls. “I’ve got Sherlock now. I’m sure the two of us can figure out how to give candy to kids.”
“It’s elementary, my dear Holmes,” said Dom, ripping open a b
