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Bad Vibrations
Before Jana walked into the club, she could feel the thumping of music. When she and Stone had been dating, they had never frequented the place because it wasn’t their scene. Loud music, strobe lights, and throngs of humanity huddled together in a sweaty mass.
The club was huge but she knew Gaviria would be here somewhere. If she could just spot him. She nudged her way through people jammed together until she could see the dance floor. It was lit from underneath and bursts of color popped from one section to another, a throwback to the 1970s.
After about fifteen minutes, she spotted a well-dressed man who looked as if he could certainly be Colombian. It wasn’t Gaviria, but perhaps he was close by. The man walked up a thin set of stainless steel stairs overlooking the
