<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Going home</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Planning</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/>“Shit.”  Emily said aloud as she watched Susan walk off.  Well, at least Susan seemed keen to do something together.  Something that might involve some bare skin, if she was reading that right! Anyway in some ways it was for the best: she needed to start planning and be ready.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She drove home and flopped onto the sofa with her laptop.  Read through that copy of the email, deleting it from the server.  So, the absolute priority with the job was not to have it identified as a Family hit?  Hmm.  Well if the host was shot then EVERYONE who was at the party would be checked out to the ultimate degree.  Also it was important for her not to be associated with the Family, so what was Don Michele thinking, suggesting she go with him??  Was he a bit rattled?  It was all a bit last-minute, to say the least, which always increased the risk as well…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She located the address and looked at it.  It looked pretty easy to defend.  But also on the kind of road that nobody could see much of from their houses.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Kids’ birthday party – probably starting late afternoon or early evening.  Dark about 8:45 or so at the moment…</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/>How to get in?  Hmm…where was a Party City (http://www.partycity.com/)?  Oh Biscayne Boulevard, quite close, and they’d still be open if she was quick.</span>