Dom was playing pack-the-truck Tetris with all Kiko’s miscellaneous food items. Here were five random deviled eggs that needed to be eaten, there was a carton of heavy cream. Some of it looked like he’d enjoy eating it later; some of it looked like food he ate too often. He wondered how Kiko could eat the stuff from his store every day for lunch and not want to kill someone.
He heard the car gunning for Kiko before he saw it and when he did, Dom’s stomach dropped out. His mind seemed to freeze on the thought that Kiko was not safe. He felt betrayed, he felt afraid, and he was pissed. But there was nothing Dom could do; the car was too far away even if it wasn’t a car, and Kiko was farther still. Dom was about to watch Kiko squashed between a car and the store wall. Time was slow; Dom didn
