Chapter Twelve
Mr. Michelson sat behind his desk and watched the action recorded by the surveillance camera pointed at the house’s front walk. Helen sat beside Peter in his open midnight blue Porsche Carrera 4S. Michelson smiled at the image. With her slim, straight back, lovely large brown eyes and dark hair tied 1950’s style in a pastel Hermes scarf, Helen mirrored a young Natalie Wood.
Peter’s face was turned directly into the camera. Michelson touched a control panel and the camera zoomed in. For a moment Michelson wished he could read lips, but he really didn’t need to. He knew what was being said.
Peter fervently expostulated. Helen looked demurely and reluctantly into her lap.
Finally Peter stopped speaking and peered into Helen’s face. After several silent minutes, he tenderly
