Chapter 15
“Drink up,” said Dom, passing Kiko the mug of coffee. Kiko had obliged when Dom had shoved him into the breakfast nook and he obeyed now, bringing the coffee to his lips and inhaling the steam with his eyes closed before taking a sip.
Outside, snow sifted down, a light fall of tiny flakes just caught in the darkness from the light through the window. Dom thought it was impressive Kiko had even gotten up today. Last night, after Dom had called Gordon and the police chief came over to gripe about hate crimes and having to open an actual investigation, Dom had taken Kiko home in his own car and sat him down at the table with a whiskey while unpacking the groceries. Gaby had put a movie on for her kids and cooked. Kiko hadn’t said much. He hadn’t slept well, either. Dom could tell
