The convertible had been available at no extra charge; now he could soak up some Hawaii sun. Herndon hopped into the passenger seat, setting a case loaded with recording equipment on the floor. In a few minutes, the car top was down and the agents were starting the forty-five-minute drive to the Makaha Valley. Soon, they were on a road between the rugged cliffs of the Waianae Range and Oahu’s western shore. As they drove, they saw a gorgeous, eighteen-hole golf course, with views of the Pacific and Makaha Valley, framed by huge volcanic cliffs. Behind the course, quaint, cottagelike structures came into view—the luxurious 185-room Sheraton Makaha Resort and Country Club. This was the place, in an isolated and lush part of Hawaii, chosen by the price-fixing conspirators as the site of their next meeting, scheduled in two days. Weatherall and Herndon left their hotel rooms early the next morning dressed like any other tourists, in slacks and open-neck shirts. They walked to the lobby and headed straight to the front desk.
