“Now what?” Krishna said, one hand pressed to his pulped cheek.
“I’m not calling the cops,” he said.
“No,” Krishna said.
“Remember what I told you about my brother? I made him. I’m stronger than him, Krishna. You picked the wrong Dracula to Renfield for. You are doomed. When you leave him, he will hunt you down. If you don’t leave him, I’ll get you. You made this situation.”
Billy was back now, in the doorway, holding the hammer. He’d hand it to Adam if he asked for it. He could use it. After all, once you’ve killed your brother, why not kill his Renfield, too?
Krishna looked scared, a little scared. Andrew teased at how that felt and realized that it didn’t feel like he’d thought it would. It didn’t feel good.
“Go, Krishna,” he said. “Get out of this house and get out of my sight and don’t ever come back again. Stay away from my brother. You will never profit by your association with him. He is dead. The best he can do for you is make you dead, too. Go.”
And Krishna went. Slowly. Painfully. He stood and hobbled toward the front door.
Mimi watched him go, and she smiled once he was gone.
Benny said, “Kurt’s shop is on fire.”