the FBI.”
Normally, in social settings such as this, when he dropped the FBI bomb, people either got flustered or were fascinated. Guevara did neither.
He politely said, “Well, nice to meet you anyway.” Then he turned his attention back to Neil. “I would really like to meet your staff. Can you introduce me?”
Neil appeared tense and upset about the intrusion, so Kruger said, “Neil, I have to make a phone call. I’ll talk to you later.”
With that comment, Neil lead Guevara toward a group of senior managers gathered around a TV watching a Royals game.
Kruger observed as Guevara was introduced to each of the managers, half of whom were women. As the introductions progressed, Guevara seemed to ignore the women and concentrate on the male members of the group. Kruger smiled and slowly shook his head. Stephanie walked up to him and nudged him on the arm.
“Was that Fernando Guevara? I heard he might show up. Did you meet him?
“Yeah, I met him. That’s him with Neil, all business, no time for social niceties. Since I don’t work for the company, I’m persona non grata. Interesting guy, but I wouldn’t want to have a beer with him. Watch how he interacts with the group over there. He’s basically ignoring the women.”
Stephanie watched for a few minutes and said, “Great, just great. At least Neil isn’t kissing his ass. That would make it even more disgusting.”
Kruger laughed and said, “Neil doesn’t look too thrilled either. Probably wanting another glass of wine. Or something stronger. Why don’t you go get Neil another drink, take it over there and get introduced?” There was a hint of mischievousness in his voice.
Stephanie stared at him and shook her head, “You’re impossible. I’m sure I’ll meet him soon enough. I need to rescue Brian and Michele. I left them with Bill and Lucy Henderstill. I hope they’re still awake when I get back.”
She walked away, making a wide circle around the area where Fernando Guevara was standing.
Kruger was following her with his eyes, thinking about how great she looked, when he noticed the man in the navy blazer. He was sitting at the bar and staring at Guevara. His expression was blank. Every few moments, he would fiddle with what appeared to be a Bluetooth receiver in his right ear. Kruger immediately suspected it wasn’t a Bluetooth receiver, but a hearing enhancing device. He had used something similar several times when he was on surveillance. However, this one looked more like something from Walmart.
As Guevara moved around the room meeting different people, the man would follow discreetly, always staying about thirty feet away.
He didn’t appear to be part of a security team. He was slender and did not have the upper body strength of most corporate security personnel. Plus those guys usually stood closer to their client and were constantly glancing around. This guy wasn’t; he was concentrating on Guevara.
Besides the blue blazer, he wore khaki pants, a light blue polo shirt and loafers. He was holding a short glass containing a clear liquid and trying to be inconspicuous.
Intrigued, Kruger didn’t care if the guy was spying on Guevara, but he did care if the man was working for Guevara and recording private conversations. He made sure his iPhone’s camera would not flash and discreetly took several pictures from about fifteen feet. After watching the man for a few more minutes, his years of experience told him the guy wasn’t working for Guevara. He was following him.
Thirty minutes later, Guevara finished his rounds at the reception and left. His shadow set his drinking glass down and followed at a distance. In Kruger’s mind, this left no doubt the guy was following Guevara. As discreetly as possible, Kruger wandered over to where the man had set his cocktail glass. Reaching down, he used three fingers spread inside the glass to pick it up without disturbing any finger prints on the outside. He took the glass to the
Normally, in social settings such as this, when he dropped the FBI bomb, people either got flustered or were fascinated. Guevara did neither.
He politely said, “Well, nice to meet you anyway.” Then he turned his attention back to Neil. “I would really like to meet your staff. Can you introduce me?”
Neil appeared tense and upset about the intrusion, so Kruger said, “Neil, I have to make a phone call. I’ll talk to you later.”
With that comment, Neil lead Guevara toward a group of senior managers gathered around a TV watching a Royals game.
Kruger observed as Guevara was introduced to each of the managers, half of whom were women. As the introductions progressed, Guevara seemed to ignore the women and concentrate on the male members of the group. Kruger smiled and slowly shook his head. Stephanie walked up to him and nudged him on the arm.
“Was that Fernando Guevara? I heard he might show up. Did you meet him?
“Yeah, I met him. That’s him with Neil, all business, no time for social niceties. Since I don’t work for the company, I’m persona non grata. Interesting guy, but I wouldn’t want to have a beer with him. Watch how he interacts with the group over there. He’s basically ignoring the women.”
Stephanie watched for a few minutes and said, “Great, just great. At least Neil isn’t kissing his ass. That would make it even more disgusting.”
Kruger laughed and said, “Neil doesn’t look too thrilled either. Probably wanting another glass of wine. Or something stronger. Why don’t you go get Neil another drink, take it over there and get introduced?” There was a hint of mischievousness in his voice.
Stephanie stared at him and shook her head, “You’re impossible. I’m sure I’ll meet him soon enough. I need to rescue Brian and Michele. I left them with Bill and Lucy Henderstill. I hope they’re still awake when I get back.”
She walked away, making a wide circle around the area where Fernando Guevara was standing.
Kruger was following her with his eyes, thinking about how great she looked, when he noticed the man in the navy blazer. He was sitting at the bar and staring at Guevara. His expression was blank. Every few moments, he would fiddle with what appeared to be a Bluetooth receiver in his right ear. Kruger immediately suspected it wasn’t a Bluetooth receiver, but a hearing enhancing device. He had used something similar several times when he was on surveillance. However, this one looked more like something from Walmart.
As Guevara moved around the room meeting different people, the man would follow discreetly, always staying about thirty feet away.
He didn’t appear to be part of a security team. He was slender and did not have the upper body strength of most corporate security personnel. Plus those guys usually stood closer to their client and were constantly glancing around. This guy wasn’t; he was concentrating on Guevara.
Besides the blue blazer, he wore khaki pants, a light blue polo shirt and loafers. He was holding a short glass containing a clear liquid and trying to be inconspicuous.
Intrigued, Kruger didn’t care if the guy was spying on Guevara, but he did care if the man was working for Guevara and recording private conversations. He made sure his iPhone’s camera would not flash and discreetly took several pictures from about fifteen feet. After watching the man for a few more minutes, his years of experience told him the guy wasn’t working for Guevara. He was following him.
Thirty minutes later, Guevara finished his rounds at the reception and left. His shadow set his drinking glass down and followed at a distance. In Kruger’s mind, this left no doubt the guy was following Guevara. As discreetly as possible, Kruger wandered over to where the man had set his cocktail glass. Reaching down, he used three fingers spread inside the glass to pick it up without disturbing any finger prints on the outside. He took the glass to the
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