“That’s not enough evidence.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” said Dom, moving so Kiko could rearrange the ornaments on the breakfast and birds tree now that there were more spaces than just the one Chad mentioned. “Conveniently, Ben has both paintball guns and the right kind of paintballs. Sasha says the business is about to go under. There’s bad blood between Ben and Cat. How is this not open and shut?”
“Sasha could be lying,” said Kiko. “And if anyone knew what kind of paintballs Ben had, they could frame him.”
“So what will be enough proof?” asked Dom, slouching against the counter. “A full, signed confession? Just how are we going to get that?”
Kiko waved at Katie as she left. He was planning on closing a few hours earlier than usual tonight, figuring he wasn’t going to get many m
