c7972-moonthumbTwenty minutes later Sam was back in the kitchen. She placed a book on the table and dug into the not cooled enough, gooey cookies.

Jamie placed a plate in front of her and sat down to see what she’d chosen. It was a book on how to grow an herbal garden, good choice. If Sam hung around long enough she’d take her through the garden in Jamie’s back yard.

“You know I saw her.” Sam said, cramming her mouth full of cookies.

“Saw who? And don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Sam guzzled her coke until her mouth was empty then cleared her throat.

“Some red head, looked like a ghost.” She shook her head and laughed. “You’re probably going to kick me out of your house after I tell you this, but I think it’s important.”

Jamie waited patiently while Sam organized her thoughts.

“I was hiding behind the bushes beside your house. Like I said before, I was drawn to this place.” She cleared her throat again.

“Anyway there I was trying to figure out how to get your attention, and where I could clean up before I did, when this red headed girl started walking towards the wall.” She stopped and pointed to where the hidden room was.

“She was white as a sheet. My first thought was wow there are ghosts here. I almost laughed out loud giving myself away. I thought no she’s probably sick, or a druggy, or something, and then just like that she walked through the wall. I was in shock, but wanted to see if she would come back out, so I waited. A couple of minutes later she was back out of the wall with a huge necklace in her hand. I didn’t get a good look at the necklace. Anyway I thought you should know.”

Jamie sat in silence, looking a little pale herself, staring at Sam.

“Okay, I probably shouldn’t have told you.” Sam sighed. “But could you at least send me to an insane asylum where I have a roof over my head and three meals?”

Jamie let out a long breath, well now she knew how the intruder got in.

Would Max believe her when she told him was the question.

Jamie refocused herself on Sam.

“I believe you.” But she didn’t think the red headed girl was a ghost.

“You do! That’s crazy, maybe you belong in the insane asylum.”

Jamie chuckled. “No, I don’t. Can you tell me more about this girl? What she looked like? How tall she was?”

Sam thought for a moment. “She isn’t as tall as you, but I think she was taller than me. I didn’t pay much attention. She was wearing a leather jacket. That I remember, because it’s been nice outside and I couldn’t figure out why she was wearing it. She had long red hair, not as long as yours, maybe to the middle of her waist, probably in her 20’s, not really a girl like me. Her hands and face were white and blurry, not quite in focus, like a ghost. Sorry I can’t tell you more. It was really amazing though.”

“That’s alright.” Jamie said, sighing.

This new information wasn’t much to go on, but it was a start. She rubbed the back of her neck where her tattoo was. If this was Sterling’s doing her tattoo should be reacting and it wasn’t.

“So was that your necklace I saw her with?”

“Yes it was. Its getting late Sam. Are you staying here?”

“If you still don’t mind, I can help you in the shop for room and board; make it a trade or something.”

Jamie smiled. “I’m sure I can find something for you to do. We’ll go buy you some new clothes too. You did throw the others in the trash, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, in the bathroom.”

“I’ll follow you up and loan you a nightshirt.”

Once Jamie got Sam squared away in her bedroom and threw her nasty cloths in the trash out back she called Max.

“I need you to come over right away.”

“I was planning on it. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Good, we’ll meet on the back porch.”

Max pulled his black Ford Ranger 4×4 super cab with roll bars and auxiliary lights to a stop in Jamie’s parking lot and walked to the back of the house where she was pacing.

“Where’s Samantha?” Max asked.

“She’s upstairs in bed, hopefully asleep.” She stopped pacing and eyed Max.

“She doesn’t exist.”

“I figured she’d changed her name. I’m sure she does exist under another, but I don’t want to push her.”

“You don’t exist either.”

“And neither does Doc. Are you going to push me on who I really am?” Jamie’s face hardened. “Or can we get back to business?”

“I know Doc. I don’t know you.”

“Doc was the one that referred you to me. He knows me well. You can call him.”

Max paced a couple of times. “I will call him. I don’t like being put in this situation. I like to know who I’m working for.”

“Would you like to call him now?” Jamie growled. “Before we continue, because I have new information, and if you’re not going to work with me finding my pendant I need to know yesterday. This is very important!”

He glared at her then rubbed a hand over his face. He couldn’t dismiss her, but he didn’t like being left in the dark like this either.

“I’ll get in touch with him later. Tell me what you’ve got.”

She ran through the story Sam told her.

“Ghost?” Max asked.

“No, I don’t really think she was a ghost. She couldn’t have carried out my pendant if she was.”

“Do you think Samantha might be embellishing a bit?”

“No, contrary to popular belief there is old magic spells that can help someone walk through walls.”

Max raised his eyebrow.

“I’m not going to get into that right now. Call the Doc, he’ll tell you.”

“I will.”

He wished she would just give him the background on her he needed. It would make this job a whole lot simpler.

“Where do we go from here?” Jamie asked.

“I’ve seen a lot of red headed females in their 20’s down here, but not as many as the blonds. I’ll be back in the morning to widen my search. If she was wearing a leather jacket it could mean she was on a motorcycle. What about Samantha?”

“She would like to be called Sam at this time, but you might hear me call her Sun or Gold, she hasn’t decided yet.” Jamie smiled, eyes twinkling.

“She’ll be staying with me and helping me in the shop. I don’t know for how long, but don’t worry about her. As long as we keep our conversations to ourselves everything should be fine.”

Max nodded then turned toward his truck. “Let me know if Sam remembers anything else. I’ll be in touch.”

Jamie paused at Sam’s door on the way to her room. She still wanted a family of her own one day, but she knew Sam would be a great addition if she decided to stay.

Sterling-A Montana Dayton Novel Chapt.6:2

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