“I don’t know,” said Kiko, as Dom watched the irate mother stalk off with her kids. “You look like you’re thinking now.”
“She could have a point…”
“No, Sherlock, she couldn’t,” said Kiko, sitting and frowning at the candy in his bowl. Dom wanted to tell him to have one, but after Kiko had glared at him earlier for snagging a couple, he figured Kiko would only get annoyed with him for suggesting it. “There’s no conspiracy. Who would even be doing this?”
“Gordon,” said Dom immediately. It made enough sense when he thought about it. “Think about it. That’s why there’s no arrests. That’s why he didn’t want to call in the FBI. That’s why the shooter was smart enough to leave before he’d get caught.”
“No,” said Kiko, shaking his head. But Dom was excited. The more he thought about it, the mo
