Chapter 5
“Really?” asked Dom as Kiko pointed out the boxes labeled with red Xs. There were four, none very small. “I thought you hated this holiday.”
“Groan any louder and I’ll start getting inappropriate ideas. I don’t like the day, but I can’t not decorate for the customers. Come on, I’ll help you carry them.”
Dom followed Kiko up the stairs, two boxes in his arms. He’d been hoping there weren’t that many decorations and he’d be able to use the spare moments to work out what had happened to Sarah, but now it seemed he’d be spending forever decorating.
“When’s Chad coming in?” he asked as Kiko set the boxes on an out-of-the-way table.
“Ten, unless he’s trying to avoid his mother,” said Kiko. “He showed up early yesterday. But don’t wait on him—those decorations aren’t going to hang
