Sterling-A Montana Dayton Novel Chapt.9:2

ec556-moonthumbThere was still nothing in the papers of my excursions. The only thing I could think was I was stealing from a bad guy and said bad guy hadn’t been reporting the stolen goods. If that was the case I could be in some serious trouble if he ever found me.

I hailed a cab, first things first, Dick Nibbledink. I climbed into the cab and pulled out the file on him, this was good stuff. The cab driver dropped me off at the hotel where I quickly picked up the room and car rental keys.

Dressed in black I drove south out of Portland down the coast to Cape Elizabeth. I waved in the direction my sister lived and lit a smoke; she would never know I was here unless someone was stupid enough to tell her.

My timing was perfect. I arrived at Dick’s minutes after the sun set, if everything went as planned I would be on the red eye back to Florida.

His mansion was off the beaten path surrounded by Pines, Fir, Spruce, Maple trees, and other flora. I pulled over among the trees, out of view from the mansion windows, turned on my dome light and skimmed the file again. If he had camera’s he would already know I was here, if he didn’t I had the element of surprise. I seriously doubted he had any security.

I put the car into drive and continued to the front of his house. The trees cleared into a small clearing with a cliff and the ocean to my left, on my right was the huge mansion. It was glowing from the reflection of the moon hitting the white paint.

There were a few lights on in the house; otherwise everything was dark and silent.

I thought about crawling through a window and scaring the crap out of him, but decided on the front door approach just in case he did have cameras. I stuck my gun into the back waist of my jeans, the folder into my trench coat pocket, got out of the car keeping my head down, still watching for cameras, and rang the bell. If he didn’t answer I would pick the lock.

He didn’t answer, but I felt like I was being watched. I stepped to the side of the door, slipped behind a rose bush lifting myself up on my tiptoes, making myself as thin as I could so I wouldn’t get stuck with too many thorns and opened myself up. His emotions hit me like a ton of bricks, he was scared.

I smiled. I knew what vicinity he was in. I continued to tiptoe through the thick rose bushes until I came to a hidden side entrance and tried the door. He was on the other side of the house; this would be the perfect spot to enter.

I didn’t see any cameras; still I kept my head down as I worked the locks, smiling the whole time. I’d learned a lot of nifty tricks as a teenager.

Picking the locks took me a little longer than expected because I was rusty. I opened the door and waited for an alarm to go off, it didn’t. I closed and locked the door then went in search for Dick. I found him in what seemed to be his office, staring intently at the computer.

“Hi Dick,” I said, leaning up against the wall.

He jumped. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I added when I saw his hand sliding toward his desk drawer. I pulled out my gun, holding it at my side.

“I have a bigger one I’m sure.”

His emotions were making me vibrate. He was scared, uncertain, and paranoid all at the same time.

“Who are you? What do you want?” He asked again.

Ignoring him I scanned the room before my gaze settled on his face. He was way uglier in person than in his picture. His hair was dirty brown and thinning, his eyes were mud brown, and he had a large hooked nose that angled upward. There were big pitted scars on his chin, forehead, and cheeks, probably from having a very bad complexion when he was a kid.

He stood up, slamming his hands on the desk. He was tall and wiry with a small potbelly, long thin spidery fingers, and very pale, not much sun in his lifetime.

“I asked you a question.” His voice came out in a mousey squeak.

“You asked me two.” I stated, trying to keep my nerves calm. “Sit back down.”

He stood his ground. I pointed my gun at him. He had a few balls after all.

“Don’t tempt me.”

I walked over to his desk, sat down on the corner of it. “You don’t know me and you don’t need to. Sit.” I lowered my voice menacingly.

He smiled showing yellow crooked teeth. “I could take you out you scrawny little girl.”

I soaked up his anger, felt it pulse through my blood, stood back up and got into his face. “Try it.”

His eyes twitched nervously once, twice, before he sat down. Too bad. I could have thrived off his angry energy. What a wimp.

“This is what I want.”

I laid the folder on his desk, keeping my hand on top of it.

“I want you to stop harassing everyone who works for you. And I want you to stop suing whoever you’re suing.”

He laughed, “Or what?”

I tapped the folder with my finger. “I know a lot about you. I can make your life a public spectacle and a living hell. It would ruin what’s left of your reputation, which isn’t much. You would definitely not be able to show your face in Maine again.”

“Or what scrawny little girl?”

He was only attempting a small act of bravo. I smiled, opened the folder and showed him the first page. He turned a little paler, if that was possible. The page I held was only his primary information.

“I’m sure anyone can get that information.”

I flipped the next page, still smiling.

“The investigating police closed their case as an accident.”

“Yes, because they only had circumstantial evidence against you. They couldn’t prove you killed your parents. I know you did. How much money did you receive when they


“No comment.”

I flipped the next page to his parents will and pointed to the amount. “That’s a lot of money.”

It was more money than I’d made winning the lottery.

“Where did you get this information!?”

“Shall we keep going?” I flipped another page. “This was your parent’s housekeeper right? She had a nice chunk of change in her savings she worked hard for. You accused her of stealing paintings and then sued her for the amount they were worth.”

I took out the pictures of the stolen merchandise.

“I happen to see this painting,” I pointed at one of the pictures, “on your wall right there. She was the first of many and didn’t really pay out well. Shall we go through the rest?”

I flipped through more of the papers, pulling them out and showing him.

“This is illegal; you shouldn’t have any of this!” He cried, red faced.

I planted a smile on my face. I was dreading this next part.

I shuffled through the papers of everyone he sued before dropping a picture of a cute teenage brunette on the desk. The redness drained out of his face. I continued dropping pictures of brunettes, blonds, and red heads on his desk.

“And this is how you have your fun Dick?”

“All of the charges were dropped.” He whispered.

“You drugged all of these girls and then had your way with them. That’s disgusting. I bet you brought them in through the side door, didn’t you.”

“They all gave their consent.”

I stood up, gun in my hand. “I could never picture any of these beautiful girls wanting to have sex with you. Not only do you look like a weasel, you are one.”

I dumped the rest of the folder in his lap, “Nothing to say Dick? You can have those,” I pointed at the pages, “I have copies. If I get even a whiff of you misbehaving I will put them on the web for all to see.”

He began to shake hard from the encounter. It was time for me to leave.

“Don’t even think of pulling your gun on me, I’m an excellent shot, and I will shoot you.”

I went out the front door and got into my car. My hands were sweating from the gloves I was wearing, my head itched from the stupid wig, and my face felt like it was caking up from the ton of makeup I’d put on. Yuk!

I kept an eye on my rear view mirror for Dick, who had decided to trail me, and followed the speed limit.

It was a good thing I knew these roads. He was several cars behind me which gave me a small window. I drove up the coast until I found the road I was looking for, turned without hitting the brakes, and fishtailed. I corrected quickly and hit the gas. Too bad this wasn’t my Challenger I thought as I floored it, attempting to get the car to go faster.

I grew up in the mountains, so I was used to driving narrow windy roads faster than most. I found a residential area, parked between a few cars, and turned off my lights.

Dick turned into the area 10 minutes later and slowed down. I ducked, watching out of the corner of my eye as he passed me and turned down another street. This guy really was an idiot I thought. I started the engine, flipped around, and took off back to my hotel. I had barely enough time to clean up and catch the red eye back to Florida.

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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