Chapter Eighteen
Cheryl knew the surveillance team was already in place as she entered the Hard Rock, and she wore a pendant that contained a small transmitter to help the team monitor her conversation with Michaels. It didn’t take her long to spot Michaels. He was sitting alone, but talking to two women at another table. Along with the participants who would be directly involved in monitoring the meeting, several other team members were located throughout the establishment in an attempt to identify any outside interest in the rendezvous. Counter surveillance during this kind of situation was always a possibility, but it was almost impossible to detect when done correctly.
“You’re looking very pretty this evening,” Michaels said as Cheryl sat down at the table.
She blushed a little. Thi
