Chapter 8

The elevator dinged and they both stepped out. Andrew led the way down the hall and almost smiled when Dale’s breath caught.

“Holy fuck!”

“Yeah.” Andrew stared at the wreckage of what had once been his front door. Now, it was nothing but a pile of splintered wood scattered on both sides of the doorway, the twisted remains of the locks decorating one wrecked doorjamb. “Now do you believe me?”

“Uh.” Dale stepped around him and peered into the dark apartment, though he didn’t go any farther. “Yeah. Yeah, dude, I do. What the fuck did this, Andy?”

Andrew snorted. “Hell Hounds,” he said dryly.

Dale shot him a disbelieving look, but it quickly faded. “You’re not shitting me, are you?”

“Nope. And if Mikhail hadn’t been here, I’d be splattered all over my bedroom right now. They’d have to scrape me off every surface.”

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

“Hell’s a good word for it.” Andrew shivered. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, man.”