Chapter 10
Terrill waited in the car outside the Hardaway residence. The woman was cooking in the kitchen, the man had returned home in the last half hour, and there was a light on in a second-story window. Terrill saw the shadow of someone walking past that window. They were all home. What was keeping him rooted to his car seat?
He got out and slammed the door. The neighborhood was quiet: everyone in their place. Once, he would have found it an ideal place to feed—would have picked a house at random and slaughtered the occupants. It still amazed him that for hundreds of years he had never questioned that humans were food and vampires ruled the night.
A cat ran across the sidewalk in front of him, giving him a startled glance, as if it had only seen him at the last second. Terrill could
