From her research about his experience and the volume of his work, Alex had expected to meet an older man. Instead, the man before her appeared to be ...in his late thirties or early forties. There was no feathering of executive gray at his temples. The straight lines of his square jaw showed no fleshiness. Aeolus P. Cerigo was in his prime, aggressive, and beyond intimidating."What is this name, Alex? Is this the feminine of Alexandria, Alexia, Alexis?" He spit each name out, disdain in every. I’d begun to make some plans on bumping the bugger off. A road accident I thought, he did have a habit of driving pretty fast. Sandra was always complaining about how quickly he dashed around the country lanes in his car, and on that motorbike of his. I did a lot of scouting around during that summer, keeping well out of Sandra’s sight by the way. The silly bitch might have been happy to let me bed her, but she loved the guy, well, she claimed she did. Whatever I’m pretty sure she would never. Junior knew the minute he spotted it that he had to have it.Junior asked Janet about the tank and she assured him it could be fitted into the bed of the Ford. Since it held 190 gallons of diesel and had a 12 volt pump it would make refueling a breeze. Janet also pointed a second pump, one that had been taken from a leaking tank so the tank could be welded. She said they could rig it up with some hose and be able to pump fuel from any stations in ground fuel tanks. Janet showed Junior the fuel. ’ Majgen was familiar with his opinion of her already so thinking of this was not waking strong emotions in her. In spite of his feelings towards her, Peterson had never stalked her for extra opportunities to harass her. In Majgen’s experience most higher ranking mentarions were not as withholding as Femaron Peterson. Not when it came to turning feelings of resentment into acts of retribution. She considered it childish of him to still hold on to his dislike of her four years after losing close.