Page 26 of The Artist

Beecher lifted a hand and waved it toward Peter.

Mr.Avery laid his hand on Peter’s shoulder.“This way Mr.Kincaid.”

Peter stood.“This hasn’t ended between us, Beecher.”

The man didn’t turn around.“For your sake, I hope it has.”

Following behind the large man, Peter headed for the door.He was fuming too much to pay much attention to the roads on the way back and, before he knew it, they were stopping in his driveway.

“It’s been a pleasure, gentlemen.”Peter slammed the SUVs door and stomped up the stairs to his porch.

Once inside, he hung his coat in the entryway closet and headed to the liquor cabinet.He’d never been much of a drinker, but this situation was changing that.Now, all he had to figure out was how to keep Alexis alive.