<br/>Eight o’clock finally came and Emily packed her kit up: her costume, rifle case, pistol, face paint, together with her sailing wetsuit and the vodka-and-orange in its bottle and the bowl, and drove down to the marina.  She put her kit aboard her boat and motored out in to Biscayne Bay, then through Surprise Lake and then slowly, quietly, along towards the landing stage of 4855 Pinetree.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+PINETREE,+Miami+Beach&amp;ll=25.824318,-80.123751&amp;spn=0.000825,0.00084&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=h&amp;z=21 (http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=4855+PINETREE,+Miami+Beach&amp;ll=25.824318,-80.123751&amp;spn=0.000825,0.00084&amp;hnear=4855+Pine+Tree+Dr,+Miami+Beach,+Florida+33140,+United+States&amp;gl=uk&amp;t=h&amp;z=21)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">  Using lights since it was pretty dark now…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">  This was very, very exclusive territory.  And hers was a suitably expensive boat.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">  The question was: would Nix bother with a guard at the entrance to his garden, from this very, very low-risk end?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">  She let the boat slow and changed into her costume, hiding her pistol with its suppressor under the cape, behind her back.  Got her rifle assembled and ready, with its suppressor and telescopic sight.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">  Glided up to the landing stage, which was predictably deserted.  Tied up.  Poured the vodka-and-orange into the bowl, and stepped ashore.  Was that the kids larking about by the pool she could hear?  Switching on a beaming smile, she walked confidently in.  "Hey guys!! Anyone for punch?"</span><br/>