Chapter 17

“Careful, don’t get prints on anything.”

“I’ve never been fingerprinted,” said Dom, but this failed to impress Kiko.

“Good for you. If the police figure out someone was here, it could mess up their investigation. They might assume their suspect did it. They might assume we did it, considering everything we’ve already poked around in. I don’t want to deal with that. Come on, let’s get back to the car.”

Most of the blinds and curtains were pulled so there was nothing to see inside the house. Dom followed Kiko, grumbling, peeved they hadn’t been able to discover anything. He objected to Kiko’s logic.

“You really think the cops would think it’s us, after we helped them with the murder back in July, and the explosions before that at the Eggstravaganza?”