Chapter 66

Kiko was about to see Dom shot. He almost tripped over his own feet. There would be no way Kiko could survive this. He opened his mouth to shout Dom’s name, mind begging the man to move, to get out of the way, to not get shot. Time was odd, jerking back and forth, so that it seemed slow one moment and yet that he’d covered so much ground the next.

Dom looked over at them, having heard the commotion. His eyes locked with Kiko’s, and then he smiled, like he was happy to know Kiko was safe before he died. And then Gordon was between them, a scrawny flash of police clothes, and Kiko heard the shot.

He staggered into one of the deputies, who pushed him away and kept moving toward the police chief. Gordon had planted himself, his arms out like he’d fired, but Kiko could just see Dom on the ground behind him. He forced himself forward.

“Fuck,” he heard faintly.

Relief washed over him as he saw Dom curled up in a fetal position on the packed dirt, hands over his head. Kiko fell on him.