Chad was poking around the tree and table full of Cat’s art like he was still setting it all out. Kiko had told him he could go home when he was finished; he really didn’t need Chad’s help on a winter Sunday, but had given the teen a few hours out of sympathy. Kiko moved over to kick him out for good when Dom entered.
“You finished, Chad?”
“You think we missed a box, boss?” asked Chad, looking hopeful.
“No,” said Kiko. “And I’m not paying you to hang out in my store just because you don’t want to go home.”
Dom looked to be in a good mood when he approached, and he stood there waiting patiently. He had his notebook in hand again. Kiko’s heart raced when he saw it, hoping for a change of pace. There was just something about teasing out a good mystery with Dom that made him feel good to b
