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.
Using his extra-long arms, he hopped up to the top of the wall, standing carefully to avoid the wire. It wouldn't have sliced his feet to ribbons in this form, but it wouldn't have been comfortable either. Then he eyed up the house. There. On that seaward facing balcony, candlelight glinted. His sharp ears pic
