“One of them’s asleep.” Gideon’s low voice drifted back to him as he guided Jesse around the side of the house. The back yard was partially paved out, with a picnic table at the far end next to a barbecue. Moonlight gave more illumination than the streetlights, and the spotty lawn looked black and silver under the velvety sky. “I can’t tell you which one.” He pointed upward to a small window in the corner. “But that’s where both of them are.”
Gideon gripped the door handle and gave it a good tug, easily breaking the weak lock.
“Hopefully, it’s the screamer. And if I do this right, she’ll stay asleep.”