Ironclad Cover
She was bait, dressed in clingy red silk to attract the attention of every man in the room. The spaghetti-strap gown was sleek and sophisticated, the cut over her right leg revealing enough skin to be interesting but still acceptable for the serious businesswoman she was supposed to be.
"I've got visual of target number two," Gina's voice rasped through the nearly invisible transmitter in Anita's ear.
"I don't see him." She spoke under her breath toward the flower-pin-slash-microphone on her tensing. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs to the left of the bar. Right under the chandelier."
She looked in that direction, but too many people were standing between her and the spot Gina had indicated. The lavish reception the Cayman Islands Chamber of Commerce was throwing in honor of its members was in full swing, the blackand-white checkered marble tiles of the floor barel ... read full excerpt from Ironclad Cover ebook
