Chapter 43

“You probably won’t find anything.”

“But…” began Dom. He thought he was being clever.

“It’s a good idea,” said Kiko. “But buying from different cashiers over a matter of days would solve that. Or the culprit could have driven into Madison and picked up the eggs there. No one would remember at one of the big stores. If you want to try it, I’m not going to stop you, but I was thinking we’d try to talk to Ben’s kid instead.”

“Which one?” asked Dom, perking up at that. “The son was really shady, asking for money, but the daughter was also completely comfortable being a model for middle-aged men.”

“Son. He teaches the paintball classes.” Kiko disappeared from the kitchen and returned a few minutes later holding Mother. “You haven’t been overfeeding him recently?”

“No,” said Dom. He glanced away. “And I’m sorry about that.”

“We’re handling it. Meet me after work? I’ll have Katie and Chad cover.”

“Deal.”

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