Remy approached the stone wall topped by razor wire that encircled Delmonico's fortress. He was in gargoyle form, naked except for a pair of stretchy gym shorts. He'd already determined the locations of the various video cameras and alarm systems, and this spot, halfway between the road and the beach, was the best blind spot he could find. The gangster had counted on many things when he'd built his defenses, but Remy was willing to bet he hadn't counted on an intruder who could fly.