Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Cole snorted. “Because they were so worried about not getting caught? They would never have left the bodies like that if they gave a damn.”

Brady’s silence offered the only concession Cole thought he would get that he might have a point. He eased farther away, giving Brady space to look at the broken lock, and leaned against the porch railing to stare out over the neighborhood. Curtains twitched in nearby homes. People were watching. Someone two houses down was fucking someone else, but there was enough edgy quiet to say they were in the minority.

It was as if the entire block waited to see if there would be a repeat performance.

Not tonight, people. The bloodsuckers have left the building.

Leaves rustled from the narrow strip separating the frat house from its neighbor.

Or maybe not.