Sterling-A Montana Dayton Novel Chapt.8

ec556-moonthumbMax just left Montana’s house in a pissed of mood. She was starting to trust him, but she was still being stubborn.

If he could just get her to join forces with him he would be set. She wouldn’t be able to resist him if they were together most of the time. Since Doc taught her the meditation skills she was able to be around him without getting too unbearably hot with the heat that passed in-between them when they were close. Though, with her blocking herself from everyone’s emotions he wasn’t sure if she still felt that electricity for him.

Max let out a sigh, at least she’d come to him for the information on Dick Nibbledink. He chuckled, shaking his head, what a name.

If he had to he would reignite the flames between them. On the other hand, he kept getting a feeling something else was going on with her that might be causing the static.

He’d overstepped his bounds the last time he’d seen her, put her in serious jeopardy, and had to leave when she was fighting for her life. He had a lot to make up for. Now that he’d found her he was going to make the time.

It was too bad he was on a job and couldn’t invade her space more often. He smiled; she would probably despise him for even thinking the thought. He would keep nudging her until she became his partner.

His cell phone vibrated on the seat next to him. He picked it up and looked at the number.

“Yes.” He said answering it. This was the call he’d been waiting for.

“When Jamie is ready she will tell you.” Doc said.

“That’s pretty vague. Can you give me anything?”

“Just that you can trust her, she is Wiccan, and she is obligated to protect a certain item from ending up in the wrong hands. How is Montana?”

“Good. Not working anymore.”

“In time if she wants it enough she will find a balance and be able to go back to work.”

Max let out a long exhale.

“She has to want it Max. How are the scars? Are they any better?”

“No, she calls them her war wounds. As far as I know they don’t bother her, but you might want to send me some more salve.”

“I will, I have an improved recipe I will send you. It should fade the scars more.”


“Keep me informed.” Doc replied.

Max pulled into the parking lot of Jamie’s shop to give her an update on the investigation which would be “nothing new”.

If she would cooperate more he would have a better starting point. Ghost woman just didn’t give him much to go on, and there was no trace of tracks, footprints, or even tire marks. Jamie’s shop and property were clean.

“Max.” Jamie said as he walked through the door.

“Nice to see you again, can I interest you in any jewelry for your female friend?”

Getting the hint he stepped over to the jewelry cases, there were several other costumers in the shop. She didn’t want to share her business with them.

“All Montana wears is silver.”

He didn’t think Montana would appreciate him buying her jewelry yet, but he checked out the ring section anyway.

He took his time, asked questions, and even had Jamie pull out a few rings for him to inspect, until the patrons left the store. Jamie locked the door and put up the closed sign.

She had some very nice pieces of jewelry in her cases, and some very simple ones that he was sure Montana would like, hopefully in the near future.

“Anything new?” She asked, gesturing him to follow her into the kitchen.

“I would like to talk to Sam, if she’s still here, and doesn’t mind.” He poured some coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“She’s in the back doing inventory for me. I’ll go ask her, but I don’t think she will be able to tell you anymore than I already have.”

He stood where he was taking in everything around him.

Jamie was a very meticulous woman, and didn’t have any knickknacks scattered around. There were some paintings on the walls of the ocean. He examined each painting until his eyes narrowed in on one he recognized.

It was a painting of the spot he and Montana stopped at on the beach.

He set his coffee down on the table and stepped a little closer to it, he didn’t want Jamie to come back and see him thoroughly examining it, she might get upset. It was a good thing his eyes and hearing were exceptional.

Yes, definitely the spot he and Montana had stopped, and painted with a full frontal view of the ocean. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in the picture, but he had the feeling it meant something, and might be very important to this case.

He heard Jamie and Sam talking and sat down at the table with enough time to get comfortable before they walked in.

“Wow! You’re Max?” Sam said, staring at him.

“I am.” He stood back up to shake her hand.

Sam took his hand, blatantly checking him out, from head to foot and back up again.

He felt a little sick being assessed like that by a teenager girl, so he let go of her hand and sat down.

He wasn’t so sure Jamie knew what she was getting into keeping Sam. She was pretty and still growing into herself, another year or two and Jamie would have to lock her in her room to keep the boys away or by the way she was staring at him, her off the boys.

“Jamie said you wanted to talk to me.”

Sam tucked her skirt up around her knees, showing off her legs, and plopped down in the chair next to him.

“He’s taken,” Jamie said with a smirk on her face, “behave yourself.”

“I don’t see a ring on his finger.” Sam replied, pouting.

“And he’s twice your age.” Jamie glared at her.

“Oh, okay.” Sam straightened her skirt and sat up. “He’s just so hot.”

Jamie glanced at Max and shrugged, “Hormones, sorry.”

“Let’s go over what you saw that night.” Max changed the subject.

Sam recited the story almost word for word as Jamie had told him.

“I’m telling you she looked dead, not gross dead, but like a ghost, and she walked through the wall.” She thought for a minute.

“The only other thing I can think of is maybe she wasn’t really dead, but dying and in spirit form. I’m sure you think I’m pranking you, but I’m not.”

Sam looked at Max then Jamie.

“Jamie believes me.”

Max sat silent for a few minutes.

“I want you to close your eyes, take several deep breaths, and picture that night in your head. When you’re ready go through it again, maybe there will be a detail you didn’t see the first time or something you forgot.”

Sam closed her eyes and sat for a good five minutes, taking long breaths before she spoke again. She repeated the exact same story she had the first time.

“I’m sorry, all I can tell you is she was a female, with red hair, covered by a helmet, and she had a leather jacket on. She was walking; I didn’t see any vehicle at all.”

“That’s alright, you did great.” Max said and was rewarded with a bright smile. He stood up. “I have to get going.”

“Do you have a lead?” Jamie asked with hope in her eyes.

“I’m not sure, there isn’t very much to go on,” he raised his eyebrows, “unless you have anything you would like to share with me.”

“Nope, not anything,” Jamie said a little too quickly. “Have you talked to Doc yet?”

“He vouched for you.” Max said as he headed for the front door with both of them on his heels. “I’ll keep you informed.”

Max started his truck, he would go to the beach to see if he could find a landmark or something that would send him in the right direction, and then he would get the information for Montana before meeting her tonight.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: Goodreads:

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