"Lestat," Neal says, still soft-voiced. "His name is Lestat."

Neal goes to wash his hands as he answers, using a paper towel to turn on the water so he won't smear blood on the handles, as though blood isn't already smeared everywhere else. Washing his hands means he still doesn't have to look at Malcolm. "I don't know. Exactly. The night I woke up from... dreaming about him is the first time I think I knew he was there. Even if I didn't know at the time."