Chapter 17
“I think people can figure out why Yolks on You is closed,” said Dom, sipping his coffee. Kiko was fidgeting around the kitchen as though unsure what to do when not feeding Mother and wrestling him into a new diaper.
“I’m not closing because my door’s out,” said Kiko, readjusting his tie and smoothing it again. “The plastic’s holding well enough to keep the heat in and we completely cleaned the area. I don’t want to lose the customers.”
Of course he didn’t. But that didn’t matter much to Dom—he doubted it would put Kiko under, and even if it did, well, Dom at least would rather have Kiko alive. He didn’t know how to convey that, though, and felt more annoyed the more Kiko refused.
“I know you’re worried…”
“Kiko, someone’s trying to kill you.” Dom stood, took hold of Kiko’s
