Kiko did not share Dom’s optimism, nor did he have such a stubborn fixation on Ben. There was something suspicious about the entire family, true, but then a lot of people in Mount Angus had family feuds and strange business plans. And regardless of how often Ben shot squirrels out his window, Kiko knew kids well enough to know that poisoning an animal was not beyond them. Kids were curious, interested in flexing their power and understanding just where harm began.
A teen was completely capable of poisoning food and flinging a brick, even if that teen was on track to be valedictorian.
“This night,” said Dom, shaking his head as Kiko drove. “Hell, this Christmas.”
“You should be able to avoid Devin until tomorrow now,” said Kiko. Dom didn’t relax in the seat next to him. “I’ll be off work
