Sterling-A Montana Dayton Novel Chapt.20:2

ec556-moonthumbShit, shit, shit! I thought when I came to. I snagged my journal and wrote down the memory. I still felt the wall of Jamie’s house breathing around me, the pendant warm in my hand.

I’d never be able to face her again. I was still having a hard time believing I stole from her. And how I did it, go figure.

Why did I do it? What did it mean?

I thought about the walking dead guy on the beach, he had to have something to do with it.

I closed my eyes bringing the dream back, going through the details again. My eyes snapped open, the girl, I only saw her through my peripheral vision. She was a mess. I concentrated harder, it was Sam. I felt it in my gut. No wonder she looked at me strange that day.

Did this mean Jamie already knew what I’d done?

I tossed my book on the covers, jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs.

Max was standing out back with a cup of java and a smoke, gazing at the ocean. I barreled up behind him, grabbed his arm, and spun him around to face me. His coffee flew out of his mug, splattering in the sand, he almost stumbled.

I swear I was shouting at him, does Jamie know? Does Jamie know? Not one syllable would come out of my mouth. I held tight to both of his arms, almost knocking the now empty mug out of his hand and looked deep into his eyes, like I could find the answers I needed there, the question still spinning around in my head.

He smiled at me. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and kiss him. He must have understood. He tugged his arms out of my hands and stepped back.

The memory of the skeletal jerk at the beach claiming me hit me full force, making me want to scream that I didn’t belong to him. Actually I did scream silently, then I cursed silently about being mute with all of this.

I sighed and lit a smoke. Clearing my throat I asked, “Anything on Dick?” Yay she speaks!!

“No, my inquiries have gotten us nowhere.”

“Damn,” I mumbled. “Why can’t you find him? Even in hiding you should be able to. Do you think he committed suicide or something?”

Max shrugged, “He’s crazy enough.”

Something else to think about.

“Where’s Chase?”

I just noticed he wasn’t around.

“He went to get breakfast.”

After I dumped the burnt sludge out of the coffee pot, scrubbed it spotless, and brewed another pot, Chase showed up with breakfast. With nothing much to talk about we scarfed the food down.

The rest of the day cruised by smoothly with no incidents whatsoever.

I spent my time researching pirate shipwrecks on the Internet, not sure exactly what I was looking for, but figured it would smack me in the face if I found it. I put out a small inquiry of my own on Dick. Max shouldn’t have to do all the work; it was really my problem not his.

I took several catnaps without dreams and convinced Chase to take me to the local library for more research on pirates. After all he wouldn’t want me to fall asleep at the wheel would he?

I came up empty handed with the research I did, but at least it kept me busy and out of trouble.

I listened to Max and Chase bicker on whether Max should stay the night, Max was triumphant.

I popped a sleeping pill before bed in hopes that I would have a dreamless deep sleep for once and was out in no time.


I stood in the garage eyeballing the trunk of my car and whimpered.

He said I had to move the treasure chest, it was almost time. He has one final present for me to bring home.

I remembered the pain shooting through my body from moving the gold. He said it wouldn’t hurt; maybe I’m getting confused in my memories. I’m not sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him that it would hurt. He gave me the oddest look when I mentioned it.

I still hadn’t moved, but knew if I didn’t make room in my trunk he would get mad.

My feet drug across the floor on command, I opened the trunk and stared at the chest. It was small; I would carry it to where the gold was and hide it there.

I touched it gently, letting my fingertips slide over the lid. No, he was right, no pain. My memories must have been jumbled. I picked up the chest, hid it under the tarp, and closed the trunk.

I would have to tell him, let him know that I was just confused for a brief time.


Montana stood in the garage without a clue Max and Chase were watching her. They saw her come down the stairs as if she was floating, eyes glazed over. She stopped when she entered through the door.

They were right behind her waiting to see what she would do. She didn’t even realize it.

She stood as still as a statue for almost ten minutes before she hauled the treasure chest out of the trunk. Hiding it under a tarp she turned and walked right by them, without seeing them, and went straight to bed.

“I wish I knew what she was remembering when she was standing there.” Max mumbled to Chase, arms crossed over his chest, anger in his eyes.

“If you would have let me drift off I would.” His eyes were bloodshot, and he was haggard.

“Sleeping here is wrecking your mind and body.” Chase replied. “It isn’t good for any of us. As a matter of fact you should go back to your condo and sleep until morning. I think what was supposed to happen tonight already happened.”

Max opened his mouth to speak.

Chase ground out, “no arguments! Just go!”

Chase was fed up with the whole situation. Everyone was worried sick, waiting for Montana to have a mental breakdown. As a matter of fact, they were ready for it to happen. Would she? He wasn’t so sure, she was tough mentally and physically, but still, how much could one person take? The stress of the matter had become more than unbearable for everyone involved.

Max wasn’t helping matters by being stubborn. He followed Max to his truck, checked on Montana again, then got comfortable on the couch. He needed a vacation.

He was nodding off when his phone buzzed. Sighing he picked it up.


“Chase this is Sam. Is Max around?”


“Good, I really need to talk to you about Montana and that spell…”

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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