“Nice,” said Dom as they exited onto the deck with dozens of other people. There wasn’t much room, though, so they descended to the lawn for some space. Bright lights shone over the mowed expanse, illuminating a long stretch of space between a line of hay bales with pumpkins lined up on top of them, and a couple of hay bales nearer to the brewery. Dom wasn’t even going to question the wisdom of letting people who had been drinking handle firearms. “I’m surprised Buddy’s still having this,” said Kiko from beside him. “After all the shootings…” “Gordon’s here; feel safe,” said Dom, amused. Police Chief Gordon was standing alone a short distance away. Since most people were up on the deck, presumably for easier access to beer while watching the entertainment, the thin man stood out as one o