For a second I freeze, more frightened than I’ve ever been in my life. Then I quickly gather my wits and realize that I can do something.

  The man turns away from the bar with his drink, and I mean to follow him. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Larissa.

  She's so deep into conversation with her date that she barely responds, and I slip after the guy in the black suit, determined to get a picture of him with my phone. I keep my eye on him as he circumnavigates the crowd. He isn’t here with anyone, I realize.

  But he’s looking for someone. I'm sure. I watch him as he stops and stares into the throng, eyeing a group of girls who are drunk and dancing.

  I take my phone in hand and get ready to shoo...

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