Page 34 of The Artist
Peter gave her a playful swat on her butt.
Alexis covered her behind with her hand but turned back to Peter and smiled.“I’ll be ready.”
He walked back to the SUV and took off to his cabin.On the way he called his pilot.
“Stan, make the plane ready.I want to leave as soon as possible.”
“Yes, sir.She’s fueled and ready to fly whenever you arrive.Where are we going so I can file a flight plan?”
“Back to Denver.”
“Very good.I’ll see you shortly, sir.”
“It’s Peter.You don’t have to call me ‘sir’.”
“I know but it riles you up.I have to get my jollies somewhere.”His laughter carried through the phone.
“Asshat.”Peter ended the call and placed all of his supplies and clothes in the back of the SUV.Then he slid into the front seat and started the engine.He wondered if they would find enough evidence to charge Avery and Shaw or for that matter Horace.Was there a way to prove he was behind the fire without Avery and Shaw’s testimony?
