But there’s a difference between quiet or unobtrusive and totally fragging dead—which is how the Ravenna house looks as I cruise by. Front door open—that door’s never left open—with not the slightest sign of movement inside or outside. Yeah, sure, everybody could be out doing biz or maybe attending some major gang meeting in the basement. But they wouldn’t leave the front door open while doing it. And that doesn’t explain my unshakable gut sense that the place is dead as the Calvary Cemetery a block away. (Deader, maybe, considering the rumors of ghouls in Calvary.)