Chapter 19
“Why don’t you have to worry about running into yourself?”
“My car’s not parked out front.” He disappeared into the bedroom, the sound of the closet opening followed almost immediately by a small chuckle. “I knew I’d left it here.”
Jesse dropped his bag on the table and followed him. “What?”
Gideon knelt in front of the closet, digging through a hard-shelled suitcase. “Just stuff I’d picked up here and there. This place burns down in about six months, and I lost everything that I kept here.” He pulled out a sheaf of letters, rubber-banded together. His long fingers traced along the worn edges of the envelopes before he tossed it back into the case. “Nothing important. And nothing that’s going to help us kill those vamps.”