Just after dark, Terry parked the Ford pickup along 1A1 in a closed-up plant nursery, 100 yards south of the trailer park. Thirty minutes later he was settled in some palmettos fifty yards from the entrances of the two doublewides. Porch lights were on and he had nearly perfect line of sight with his 10x power scope on his sniper rifle, the USM40A1. Okay, he thought, I’m ready. The show can start anytime.

Terry had been in place for twenty minutes when he saw he VW camper pull into the trailer park and come to a stop near the two isolated doublewides. He heard the horn beep twice then saw the doors of both doublewides open and two people come out of each trailer and wait near the steps.

The light was going fast but with the porch lights on he was good to go. He saw Peter, wearing Harry’s clothes, and supporting Bernadette who was barefooted and wearing her bikini with the top ripped in half. She hung limply between Peter and Conners. Bernadette’s hands were behind her back, holding a Browning 9mm. Peter held the sound-suppressed Luger in his right hand behind Bernadette’s back, and rammed against Conners’ ribs.

The four people came down the steps from the small porches. The man who rode the scooter yelled, “Sam where in God’s name have you been?”

Peter whispered in Bernadette’s ear, “Show time. I’ll take the two on the left. You have the two shooters on the right. No one is carrying a weapon. Go!”

Peter took the scooter team down in four shots, Terry hit one of the shooters, and Bernadette hit the other shooter. Bernadette, Peter, and Conners walked up to the bodies. “See, I told you I could be useful,” Conners smirked.

Peter said, “Thank you,” and shot him twice in the head. Bernadette dashed inside to check for any documents, maps, or sketches. Peter put the Luger in the hand of one of the shooters. He then rushed back to the VW and wiped the steering wheel, door handle, and other things he touched while driving. The VW was wiped clean back at the boathouse. Terry moved in close to guide Peter and Bernadette, wearing Peter’s shirt and sandals back through the palmettos to the truck. In a quiet voice he said, “Four minutes, time to go now.”

Bernadette put the Browning 9mm in the hand of the scooter driver and joined Peter and Terry moving through the brush. She had found her .45 Colt automatic on a table in the doublewide.

They were in the truck going east on the highway leading back to Amelia Island. Peter said, “I think we left a confusing crime scene for the local detectives.”

“More than you think,” Bernadette said. “There were drugs inside, loose large bills in one of the bedrooms, and several weapons. A very interesting crime scene. I suspect the VW was stolen.”

Peter said, “One more task. Burial at sea for Harry. I don’t want Jack or Rip to find him in the boathouse. Terry, how are you holding up?”

“Tired and bit sore, but not so much I can’t be your guide at night to the Nassau Channel.”