"I agree," Jordan says with a sharp nod. "The Sheriff would want us to take initiative. Besides, if he's going around the back he might flush the intruder out right into our hands!"
You're not sure if that's exactly what you had in mind, but you've made your decision and you're standing by it. "Okay, let's go," you whisper as both of you start to creep toward Vivian's estate. The steps leading up to the door are heavy slabs of polished granite, and they mask your footsteps well as you creep through the night. You half expected automatic lights to pop on at your arrival, but the building remains cloaked in darkness as you near the front door. Maybe the housebreaker disabled them somehow?
Jordan runs her fingers along the broken door jamb and whispers to you. "Someone kicked this in pretty hard. Might not have been human—the door is reinforced. I can't think of any Kindred that would go after Vivian like this—could it have been an Anarch? Or something worse? I know she seriously pissed off some Cainites in Montreal a while back, and they have long memories. You have your gun?"
You slip your hand under your jacket and feel for the concealed holster and your Desert Eagle before nodding in affirmation. "Wouldn't leave home without it at this point."