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    Fox gave her waist a squeeze. ‘I think I need another drink if I’m gonna survive this one, honey,’ he said, and wandered off to find the bar.
    Standing to the side of the dance floor, Nicola felt at once over-dressed and under-dressed in her slinky black wraparound. Trying not to be too obvious about it, she edged her frock off one shoulder to expose the strap of her red bra. She started when a pair of hands grasped her waist, then held her breath as they slid up to touch the sides of her breasts, before gliding back down to her hips, the thumbs stretched out to trace the mounds of her arse. ‘How are you enjoying it so far?’ It was Johnny’s voice. She felt the warmth of his body against hers. ‘You sexy thing.’
    Goosebumps rose on her arms and spine, but she wasn’t sure if it was his words or the fact that his breath was tickling the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck. Pulling away, she turned to face him. ‘Where’s your girlfriend?’
    ‘Girlfriend?’ He pronounced the word as if it were the first time he’d ever come across the concept.
    ‘You know, the blonde woman who kissed you when we came in.’ Nicola was taken aback by the petulance in her own voice.
    ‘How do you know it was a woman?’ Johnny cocked one eyebrow. ‘Her real name happens to be Kevin. He’s my stockbroker.’
    ‘Right.’ Nicola laughed. ‘I see.’ So, Johnny was gay. Classic. That explained the looks and the charm. She felt like an idiot for suspecting that he was putting a move on her. Poor Liz. Nicola had known her boss long enough to know that she was in serious danger of making a fool of herself. She wondered if she oughtn’t find her and warn her.
    ‘Here you go, Nic.’ Fox approached with a red drink in each hand. ‘Strawberry daiquiris.’ Then, to Johnny, ‘Wild party, mate.’
    ‘It’s just beginning,’ Johnny replied merrily. ‘You two enjoy yourself. I’m going to catch up with some friends.’ Just before he shaved off into the crowd, he leaned over and whispered into Nicola’s ear, ‘X marks the spot.’
    ‘Sorry?’ Nicola was confused.
    ‘If you find it, you were meant to.’ With that mysterious comment, Johnny left them.
    ‘What was he banging on about?’ Fox asked suspiciously.
    ‘No idea. But guess what? He’s gay.’
    ‘Really? Huh.’ Nicola was relieved to see Fox lighten up. ‘Wouldn’t of guessed.’
    It was hot in the warehouse, and they slurped at their frozen cocktails as they threaded their way through the dancers, looking for a place to sit down and chill. The kitchen was noisy with the whir of drink blenders and the shiny chatter of people on hug drugs. Nicola and Fox continued their exploration. A hallway off the kitchen led to a featureless corridor punctuated by a few doors.
    ‘Nothing much to see here,’ Fox observed.
    They were about to turn back when Nicola noticed that one of the doors was marked with a discreet red ‘X’. Just then, a thickset man wearing sunnies brushed past them. He paused at the door, turned and grinned at them, and then slipped inside.
    ‘What was that all about?’ Nicola whispered.
    ‘No idea.’ Fox shook his head. ‘You know, for a second there, I thought that was Russell Crowe.’
    Nicola frowned, remembering something. ‘Xmarks the spot,’ she mused. ‘That’s what Johnny said to me.’
    A funky bass sound could be heard from inside the room.
    ‘Check it out?’ He opened the door. As they peered inside, goosebumps rose on Nicola’s arms.
    The room was dimly lit, cavernous, and filled with dark shapes. For a nanosecond, Nicola thought they’d happened into some sort of storeroom. But the shapes were moving, and from under the beat of the music came moaning and grunting and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, a soundtrack part porno film and part fish market.
    As their eyes adjusted to the dimness, they realised that everywhere were twisting, heaving, naked bodies. A