Chapter 13
Trinity Lutheran Cemetery was not new, but neither was it derelict, the grass regularly mowed to keep the multi-legged versions of its resident nightcrawlers at bay. It was used primarily by the parishioners of the church still standing at the back of the property, but it had been years since Gideon had haunted its well-manicured landscape. By choice.
He didn’t like churches. And it wasn’t a vampire thing. There had been a time when he had flaunted that particular superstition, showing up for evening mass and terrorizing congregations with blood-soaked displays on the altar. Gideon didn’t like churches for other, much more personal reasons.
But now was not the time to be trapped in the quagmire of history. They weren’t going into the church anyway. He hoped.
Gideon parked on
