Chapter 6
Phillip was longing for the previous day’s sense of ostracism and not feeling so fond of Gary Caldwell several hours later when pressed against a wall at the side of a dance floor. The gyrations of numerous thrashing bodies in a small space were akin to a minor earthquake. The sound…Phillip likened it to an approaching thunderstorm, but he couldn’t hear any rumbling except for the churning of his thoughts. The volume of what they called music threatened his hearing to such a degree, he contemplated having his ears checked the next day.
He should have known the way the evening would go. He seldom missed so many signs, or if not missed, then he rarely disregarded them. Internal alarm bells had clanged early that morning, almost as loudly as the surrounding din currently deadening
