Black John didn’t have a storefront. Even in Chicago where there was a vampire on every street corner, a placard announcing “All Your Black Magic Needs in One Convenient Location!” didn’t exactly put the local populace at ease. For Black John, that meant working out of his house, which in fact, made him even more powerful. It put him at the center of very deep, very elemental magic, and even if he had to concede some of that by inviting Gideon into his home, it was still potent enough to knock half the city on its ass.
Gideon didn’t like one man having so much power at his disposal. Black John had no patience for people who played both sides against the other, like he thought Gideon did. It was a hate/hate relationship that worked for them.
That didn’t mean racing through the pouring rai
