"Sort of," she said as she drove. Davina didn't drive very much and it was evident in the way she was driving now. There was no real necessity for her to drive in New Orleans. She walked or took taxis or managed to somehow get a ride if she needed to leave the center of the city. So she was concentrating pretty hard. Sure, she could weave spells so complex that she could raise an original from the dead but she couldn't make a left on Canal Street.
"I have a rough idea of where it was but don't forget Salem has changed a lot since then. This area we're in right now used to be an open field when The Sandersons were first alive."
After they were executed in a neighboring city that was actually Peabody but had once been part of Salem, the city had built itself up considerably. There was another fire in 1915 that wiped out the entire neighborhood, making all the houses look blandly similar.
She came to a stop outside of a neighborhood not terribly far from Angelus's murder cave. Though Davina knew nothing about that or Angelus would probably already be dead or at the very least hobbled.
She let out a breath she felt she had been holding. Driving was stressful. Next time they could get an Uber. She stood in the quiet street and pressed her hand to her head. They probably looked like two helpless teenage girls looking for trouble but they were anything but helpless.
"Back here maybe," she said. "But be quiet. The last thing we need is for people to call the cops on us." No, it wasn't the vampires and monsters that worried Davina. It was the police. She and Faye would have to slink around in backyards near a wooded area to find where The Sanderson Sisters used to live.