The surveillance van was kitted out with a panel of monitors and a state-of-the-art array of surveillance devices.
Tooms and Tony occupied their usual seats while McCall had the final touches added to her disguise. Bugs and cameras were hidden in the little black number she was almost wearing.
‘OK, you’re good to go,’ said Tony. ‘Your transmitter is in the purse, so don’t lose it.’ McCall nodded tightly in response.
‘Where the hell is Supercop?’ Tony inquired. ‘I thought he engineered this whole caper. Was the thought of coming face-to-face with the big bad Russians too much for him?’ They all laughed nervously. But if that really was the reason, Tooms figured, it probably meant Steel was the smart one.
‘s**t! Who needs the guy? He would just get in the way anyway,’ said McCall, hopefu
