"It's not a trap," Ed says. "Trust me. If talking to hunters online has taught me anything it's that they're mostly just idiots. You'd be amazed how many think being bitten by a werewolf will turn them into werewolves."
"They think we're like vampires?"
"Yeah. They also think werewolves are as dumb as dogs. They won't suspect us. I'm sure of it."
His voice rings with confidence.
You only hope it's not misplaced. You pull up at a stop sign and look around. You're in a nice part of town. Not upper crust, but not too far from it. The houses are big, the driveways long, and the hedges square. Nearby a woman in the world's biggest hat is walking the world's smallest dog.
"We're getting close," Ed tells you.
"Murder must be profitable."
A gap in the traffic. You accelerate into it and weave through a few more streets, each more suburban than the last. Ed directs you into a tree lined cul-de-sac. The houses here are carbon copies of each other. Half of them look brand spanking new.
"Which one is it?"
Ed points to a house at the apex of the cul-de-sac, indistinguishable from those around it except for a FOR SALE sign on the driveway.
You pull to a stop and study it through the windscreen. Square, grey, and modern with large windows and a low maintenance garden full of artistically placed rocks and angry looking plants. It's not what you were expecting... though in hindsight you're not entirely sure what it was you were expecting. An office? A church? The Mystery Machine?
"Do we just knock on the door?"
"I guess," Ed answers and climbs out of the car.
You follow.
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