Chapter 20

Another one. Hunter shot.

I heard, replied Kiko almost immediately. There must be no one in Yolks on You at this hour; sometimes Dom wished Kiko would just close a little early, but he insisted he spent the time doing paperwork anyway so he might as well be available for the odd customer. We’ll talk when I get home.

“Two murders is weird,” said Dom, more to himself than Travis, who was content to watch the game on the television behind Dom’s shoulder.

“Uh-huh.”

“How they’d be linked is the tricky part.”

“Right. Is this what you two talk about?”

Dom frowned at the disdain in Travis’ voice and fell silent. The sooner he got back home, the sooner he and Kiko could begin teasing this mess out.

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