Chapter 112

The hallway was dark, lit only by a nightlight plugged into a wall socket near the top of the staircase. There were two bedrooms up here, both doors already locked, already claimed. Another linen closet stood open, the shelves pushed up out of the way as two girls fooled around in the doorway. Towels and sheets tumbled around them as one girl backed up against the shelves, shirt open, bra unhooked, her girlfriend nuzzling hungrily between her breasts.

Kevin and Jo exchanged an amused glance. The only remaining door had to be a bathroom, and it was shut. Jo wasn’t holding out much hope, but as Kevin reached for it, the door opened and a large guy barreled out, obviously a football player from some school. Veins bulged at his temples and all along his neck from whatever drug he’d taken into his system.

When he saw them, he bellowed, “Yeah!”

Jo cringed, but Kevin didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah!” he hollered back. Clapping the guy on one broad bicep, he asked, “You done in there, man?”