Chapter Eight
The cloud-cover had masked the sunset, and now that darkness had enveloped the area, Michaels decided he had waited long enough to complete the next step in his undertaking. He picked up the key for the metro station locker on his way out the door, and very quickly drove out of the area.
He enjoyed living on a cul-de-sac because of the lack of traffic and noise, but he overlooked the fact that there was only one way into and out of the area, and that access could be monitored from a position quite a distance from his house.
The route took him past a dirty, white, panel truck parked along the access street to the housing area, and one of the two people concealed in the rear of the vehicle announced the passing to alert nearby surveillance team members that Michaels was on t
