It was after eleven when they finally made it back to Kiko’s house. Katie had kindly dropped Mother by after work and diapered him; he scuttled through the house a tiny, menacing shadow. Kiko told Dom to make himself at home and then went upstairs to change, giving himself a brief clean before opting to pull on pajamas. The warm flannel pants and old shirt felt good after a long day.
When he got down the stairs again, Dom had helped himself to a beer and was lounging on the couch, frowning at his notepad. Kiko crossed to him and sat directly next to him, though he was hesitant to do more. After a few minutes, he spoke.
“It’s a bit late for this, isn’t it?”
“Tomorrow’s the last day of the Eggstravaganza,” said Dom. “The police still haven’t announced any arrests. If we don’t figure this
