Chapter Seven
Even though temperatures had pushed into the mid-nineties, Jerome was rocking and rolling that afternoon. The crowds spilled out of the Spirit Room and flowed into the side street that ran along the bar’s western side, turning the narrow lane into an impromptu block party. Local law enforcement didn’t seem too worried, but just let the people go where they wanted.
The pounding bass line got into my blood, and I grasped Grayson by the hand and pulled him toward the music. Already, people were dancing in the street, keeping themselves hydrated by passing around bottles of water and sometimes dumping the water right on their heads or down their necks. Looking bemused but game, he followed along after me as I pushed my way into the throng.
“Don’t suppose you remember dancing,
