20
Goes Undercover
Touloulou Bar, 5330 Marble Hill Rd., St. John’s, Antigua
Jana’s little black dress fit snugly against her trim form. It was just enough to attract attention but not enough to be flashy. Her target was here, and she knew it. When she walked in, she couldn’t help but notice Rojas sitting at the corner of the bar and it was all she could do to avoid making eye contact. That’s him, she thought.He was looking right at her and his eyes traced down her distinct curves. Jana’s heart beat faster and she exhaled, an effort to blow out jittery nerves. She felt like she was walking into the mouth of a lion.
Music thumped from five-foot speakers and bodies pressed tightly against one another, bouncing with the beat. It was a strange concoction of African rhythms bolstered by the
