"Didn't say, but he asked for you by name, so probably..."  She squinted at the paper.  "Your last name<em>is</em>Blackheart, right?  I mean, no offense, but I doubt he wants your help with a tea party."<br/><br/>Dave's equipment was where they'd left it.  Kelly pulled her shoes on and cinched a watch around her wrist, glancing down at the latter.  "Huh...he's in Miami, now.  Lucky us, we should be able to get there before it gets really light out."  It was still the wee hours of the morning, judging by the window.  "You ready?"