Chapter 9
The house wasn’t what Gideon expected. First of all, it was in Rogers Park, in the middle of a residential area so close to Loyola it could have been student digs if it hadn’t been such a nice property. Second, it screamed middle-class America, a two-story colonial complete with picket fence. Five stairs led up to the front porch, and Gideon darted from his car parked on the curb to the front door with his head bent against the raging wind.
He wasn’t really surprised when he saw the swing on the porch. Nothing about this case surprised him anymore.
Ringing the doorbell, he stepped to the side to try and peer through the windows. Heavy curtains blocked his view of the interior, even more proof it was a vampire who resided there. If he wanted, Gideon could break the door down an
