CHAPTER 51
Steadman pushed through the crush of people, a thump of bass notes resonating through his skull in a way that would give him a headache if he stayed long. He hoped that wouldn’t be an issue.
A haze hung in the air, made up of perfume, stale cigarettes, and perspiration. It competed against the strong smell of alcohol, the combined odors swirling through the air in nauseating eddies. He tried to steer clear of the dancers and had to pull a few fancy moves himself to keep from getting an elbow to the face. A bleached-blonde in a hot pink halter top stepped on his foot, nearly spearing his big toe with her stiletto heel.
He caught sight of Jamieson at the bar, the younger Lizardo at her side. He recognized the moment she spotted him too because her face changed, an expression of
