Inside the townhouse, chaos reigned. Jo found himself swept along with the tide of people moving through the hallway—past the living room, past the stairs, he lost Lonnie at some point, he wasn’t sure where. When he saw an opening to his right, he jumped out of the flow and found himself in a crowded staircase leading down to a concrete-floored garage, devoid of cars but doubling as a dance floor. Music echoed off the walls, bodies bumped against each other, couples made out in the stairwell as people edged around them.
Jo wanted a drink before delving down into the pit of the garage, so he pushed his way back out into the hall and let the flow carry him to the kitchen. There the slam of a screen door deposited more people out into the backyard, but he stopped at the island in the middle
