Chapter 45

“What do you want, then?” asked the kid.

“We were actually hoping to talk to you,” said Kiko. Dom watched the kid’s eyes flick back and forth between them and then he retreated behind the checkout counter.

“Sure,” he said.

“Do you have a list of what classes you offer?” asked Kiko, and Dom caught on. Kiko had mentioned Angus Arts offered paintball lessons—what better way to find out if this was the source of the vandalism than to get information from the kid on it?

“Kind of,” said Christian. “You just ask me. He already did sketching. What do you want?”

Dom bristled at the fifteen-year-old pointing at him like taking a class was a crime. But before he could say anything, Kiko led again.

“Steff down at the bakery was telling me that you’re offering paintball paintings?” he asked. “That sounds like something someone at any level can do.”

“Hey,” said Dom as Kiko shot him a look. “My drawing’s not that bad.”

Kiko rolled his eyes dramatically.