The most suspicious area of the Farm Breakfast Dom could think of was the raffle section—there were always gift baskets and the like at those, which would be an easy place to hide a bomb. At least, that would be where he’d hide a bomb, so he went there while Kiko strolled off to show children a goose. Dom was glad he wasn’t around for that, as he was sure Mother didn’t like him.
The raffle was in a dimly lit outbuilding, nowhere near as big as the barn, long and narrow and looking like it probably stored farm equipment when not in use for the Eggstravaganza. The only person handling it was a teenage girl, maybe the farmers’ daughter. She smiled at Dom when he entered, reel of tickets on the table in front of her, and asked if he wanted to buy any.
“How much?” he asked, pulling out his wa
