Chapter 4

“I wondered,” he said, and Dom cringed. “You never seemed to talk to anyone on the phone.”

“Neither do you,” said Dom.

“I call my mother and sister once or twice a month,” said Kiko. “Plus social media.”

“You wouldn’t know,” said Dom, wanting Kiko to leave him alone. “You’re never home.”

Instead of starting an argument, Dom watched as his words only seemed to cause Kiko to sigh. Kiko touched him gently on the arm. He was smart; he could figure it out. They’d both solved a few mysteries together before the police, after all. Hiding this would never have been easy. And now it was the holidays.

“You planning on never talking to them again?” he asked.

Dom blinked. He was expecting Kiko to tell him to call whoever it was back. He pulled out his phone to look at who had called. His brother, Devin. The sibling who was closest to him in age, only a year and a half older. They’d never gotten along, even before Dom had come out.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Never really liked Devin.”