Chapter 54

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 the street by the arched entrance, scanning the length of the chain-link fence encircling the property. The trees were larger than he remembered, blanketing out portions of the sky to obscure the stars from view, and the headstones came out closer to the road. It gave the feeling of breaking free of the graveyard, but it was an illusion. As he and Jesse got out of the Ferrari, all Gideon could hear was the soft rhythms of the earth.

“There aren’t any other cars around,” he observed. “Did our guy fly here?”

“Maybe we beat him,” Jesse suggested hopefully.