And here was Link, gasping with each step, left leg useless, but hauling himself forward anyway, big brawny arms reaching for Krishna, pasting a hard punch on his cheek and then taking hold of his throat and bearing him down to the ground.
Alan looked around. Benny was still on his side of the fence. Mimi’s face poked out from around the door. The sound of another hard punch made him look around as Link shook the ache out of his knuckles and made to lay another on Krishna’s face. He had a forearm across his throat, and Krishna gasped for breath.
“Don’t,” Adam said. Link looked at him, lip stuck out in belligerence.
“Stop me,” he said. “Try it. Fucker took a hammer to my knee.”
Natalie went to him, her hand over her face. “Don’t do it,” she said. She put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll call the cops.”
Krishna made a choking sound. Link eased up on him a little, and he drew a ragged breath. “Go ahead and call them,” he rasped.
Alan took a slow step back. “Brian, can you bring me the phone, please?”
Link looked at his sister, blood streaming down her face, at Krishna’s misshapen nose and mouth, distorted into a pink, meaty sneer. He clenched each fist in turn.
“No cops,” he said.
Natalie spat. “Why the hell not?” She spat again. Blood was running into her eye, down her cheek, into her mouth.