Chapter 7
“What I don’t understand,” said Dom as he got out of the truck at Kiko’s house, “Is why you’re being targeted.”
He squinted at the farmhouse in the dark as Kiko took the goose out and carried it toward the house. He opened an unlocked door and nodded Dom inside.
“I don’t think I’m being targeted,” said Kiko as he flipped on the light to reveal a modern-looking kitchen painted grey-green. “Have a seat.”
Dom sat at a breakfast nook and looked around, surprised. This was not what he’d expected. He watched Kiko wrestle a cloth diaper onto the goose and then move to a cupboard, where he pulled out glasses, then another where he pulled out a bottle of whisky.
“Mother needs his diaper on or he’ll mess the house,” said Kiko as he sat and poured.
“I’m actually surprised your house i
