Montana’s Way
Shelia M. Goss
URBAN
Renaissance
www.urbanbooks.net
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
Epilogue
Copyright Page
I thank my Heavenly Father for the lessons and the blessings.
I dedicate this book to my mother, Exie Goss. Thank you for being there during not only the good times, but the bad times. I appreciate all of the love and support from my close friends and family.
This marks my tenth anniversary in this industry. I want to thank everyone for spreading the word about my books. I appreciate you all. Thank you, readers!
Shelia M. Goss
1
Rain hitting against the window ledge sounded like music to twenty-nine-year-old Montana Blake’s ears. She lazily lay on her queen-sized pillow-top mattress and read the Dallas Morning News headline, COMMANDER RAYMOND STEEL RECEIVES LIFE.
She smiled as she thought about her sisters, Savannah and Asia. Closure was what they sought when it came to the death of their father, Major Blake, and that’s exactly what they got. Thanks to the help of Savannah’s fiancé, Troy Bridges, justice had been served. It had taken a little over two years, but the man responsible for their father’s death would now be serving a life sentence.
Montana reached for her iPhone on the cherry-wood nightstand. Before she could dial the first digit, her baby sister Asia’s kilowatt smile flashed across the screen.
“Did you see it? It’s over. It’s finally over,” Asia squealed from the other end with glee.
“Finally. . . .” Montana’s voice trailed off as she listened to Asia go on and on about the trials and tribulations of the last few years.
Montana’s initial loyalty to their Uncle Raymond almost cost them their lives, but after learning he was responsible for their dad’s death, Montana, like her two sisters, was determined to prove his guilt. Instead of killing him like he did their father, they decided to let the justice system work. With the mounting evidence against Raymond, who was once considered their father’s best friend, he was tried and convicted and sentenced to life. Life without parole. And, now, Montana and her sisters could move forward with their lives.
“Earth to Montana,” Asia said several times.
“My mind was a million miles away,” Montana responded.
“Now, maybe we can convince our sister to go ahead and say ‘I do’ to Troy.”
Troy and Savannah got engaged shortly after Raymond was arrested, but Savannah insisted on them waiting until the trial was over before proceeding. Savannah could be stubborn, just like each one of the Blake sisters.
“Maybe there’s more to it than she’s telling us.” Montana would back Savannah’s choice, regardless.
“She loves Troy and Troy loves her. If they can withstand all of this, then their relationship can survive anything.”
Montana agreed. “Have you talked to her this morning?”
“No, I was going to ask you the same thing,” Asia responded.
“Hold on.” Montana dialed Savannah’s number. She was surprised that Savannah hadn’t called either her or Asia by now. They had all learned of Raymond’s fate the day before but to see it in black and white somehow made it official. Montana couldn’t wait to celebrate with Savannah. She clicked back over. “The phone keeps going to voice mail.”
Asia said, “Hold on, I’ll try Troy’s number.”
Montana kept dialing Savannah’s house number and cell number while waiting for Asia to return. “Still no answer,” Montana said out loud.
“No luck with Troy either,” Asia responded.
Montana glanced at the clock. “Meet me at their place in about forty minutes. It’ll take me about fifteen to get dressed.”
Asia and Montana ended their call. Montana jumped out of the bed. Making up the bed was part of her normal morning routine but this morning she was more concerned about getting in contact with Savannah. The clothes in her walk-in closet were color coordinated so, after taking a quick shower, it didn’t take her long in picking something to wear. She zipped up her green slacks and pulled on her lime-green blouse before pulling her jet-black hair into a ponytail.
Montana’s mind drifted to Uncle Raymond as she drove to Savannah’s. His unexpected betrayal still left a bitter taste in Montana’s mouth. She felt guilty for believing that he was really there to help them. Her misguided allegiance jeopardized her sisters lives. She would no longer take their lives for granted and would do anything to protect their livelihood.
After almost forty minutes exactly, she was pulling her black SUV behind Asia’s red sports car in Savannah and Troy’s circular driveway. Montana eased out of her vehicle with her cell phone in one hand and keys in the other. She placed them both in her pants pocket. Asia startled her when Asia’s door flew open.
“I was just trying to call you,” Asia said as she ran her hand through her cropped sandy-brown hair and exited her car.
“I bet you her and Troy are getting their groove on,” Montana said as they walked past both Troy’s and Savannah’s vehicles.
“I’m surprised the gate wasn’t closed.”
Montana reached the front door first. She reached down and rang the doorbell next to the huge door attached to the two-story custom-made house.
Asia pulled out her cell phone. They could hear the phone ringing. There was no answer from the door, nor the phone. “Let me find my key and code because they should be able to see we’re out here,” Asia said as she fumbled through her purse.
Montana barely touched the doorknob when the door flew open. “That’s odd,” Montana said out loud as the door opened.
Asia pushed past Montana and called out, “Savannah. . . Troy.”
“I’ll check downstairs, you check upstairs,” Montana said as she followed Asia inside.
With the gate being opened and the door not locked, Montana felt it in her gut that something wasn’t right. Even if the gate was opened, the front door was always locked. If Savannah and Troy were going to be away, they would forward their house phone to their cell phone. Things were out of sync. The lack of sound in the house was eerie. Montana stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Asia scream. Montana skipped stairs as she rushed toward the sound of Asia’s voice.
The king-sized pillow-top bed covers were thrown on the floor, with drops of blood on the floor. Other than the disheveled look of the bed, it was hard to tell that an intruder had been present.
“Montana, something’s happened,” Asia kept repeating over and over.
“Don’t touch anything. We need to leave the room exactly like we found it,” Montana said as her heart rate increased. She took a few deep breaths in attempts to ease her nerves so she could remain calm.
Asia’s face turned beet red. “I see blood. You don’t
think—”
“Don’t even say it,” Montana said, as she retrieved her cell phone and dialed 911. “I’m at 7845 Wilshire Lane.”
The operator asked, “What’s the nature of your emergency?”
“My sister and her fiancé are missing.”
“Ma’am. When you say missing . . . what do you mean?”
“We’ve been trying to reach my sister for an hour. There’s blood and we haven’t been able to reach them. Please send an officer here right away.”
“Please don’t touch anything and for your safety, you may want to wait for the officers in your car,” the operator responded.
Montana hung up the phone. She grabbed Asia by the arm. “We need to get out of here just in case whoever did this comes back.”
“I’m not going anywhere. We need to look through this before the cops get here and see if we can find anything that will help tell us what happened.”
Montana threw her hands up in the air. “You and Savannah need to stop with the Nancy Drew–type stuff. Didn’t you get enough of this with the Uncle Raymond situation?”
“Of course, but this is our sister. We can’t trust the police to care about her the way we do.”
“I know, but still, Asia. We’re not experts. Troy is the expert.”
“Fine. I’ll call Mike. He’ll know what to do.”
“I thought you didn’t like Mike. You both seemed to bump heads when he gave us extensive self-defense training,” Montana stated.
“If he wasn’t such a jerk, he would make someone a good husband.” Asia held her hand up to indicate she had him on the phone. “Mike, we need you to get to Troy’s place pronto. He and Savannah are missing and there’s blood.”
Montana paced back and forth in front of the bedroom doorway. The last time Savannah and Troy faced danger it was because Raymond was behind it. Raymond was behind bars. Could he be reaching out beyond the bars? So many questions went back and forth in Montana’s head.
“He’s on his way. He said, ‘Do not touch anything.’ He wished we would have called him before the police,” Asia stated as she placed the phone in her pocket.
“I wish we didn’t have to call anyone.” Montana wrapped her arms around herself. “The police will be here any minute. Hopefully, they can find out something.”
Montana knew enough from her listening to her father that they shouldn’t touch anything in the room that may tamper with evidence. Asia and Montana went together to search the other rooms upstairs. Nothing else seemed to be out of order.
With Troy and Savannah living in an influent neighborhood, it wasn’t a surprise to Montana that it didn’t take long for the police to arrive. The front doorbell rang. “That should be the police,” Asia said, but she retrieved a small handgun from her ankle and pulled it out just in case.
“Is that really necessary?” Montana asked.
“Duh. Just in case it isn’t the police.” Asia led them both down the stairs.
The silhouette of two policemen could be seen through the stained-glass windows on each side of the door. Montana looked out the peephole to make sure. She saw two police officers and two patrol cars outside. She opened the door.
“We received a nine-one-one emergency call from this address,” the tall, dark, and handsome officer said.
Montana moved to the side. She glanced, and the gun that Asia had out was no longer in view. “We think someone’s abducted my sister and her fiancé.”
The petite female officer asked, “Whose house is this?”
“It’s theirs,” Asia responded.
“And who are you?” the female officer asked.
“I’m Asia. My sister is the one who’s missing.”
Montana explained to the officer, “We’ve been unable to reach my sister Savannah. Which is unlike her, to not reach out to either one of us. We drove over here and didn’t have to use our key. We found blood upstairs.”
Both of the officers followed Asia up the stairs. Montana followed them. The officers surveyed the bedroom.
“Jenkins, we might need to call backup,” the female officer said.
“I’ve handled enough of these cases. If I need help, I know how to ask for it,” Jenkins snapped.
Montana didn’t have time for what appeared to be rivalry between the two. “I don’t care who handles it. I need for you, or someone, to tell me what happened to my sister.”
The female officer said, “Normally, we don’t take a missing person’s report until someone has been missing for more than twenty-four hours.”
Jenkins interrupted, “But since it appears there was some foul play involved, we’re going to do whatever we can now.”
“This is why we think something happened,” Asia said.
The doorbell rang again. Jenkins asked, “Were you expecting anyone?”
Montana glanced past them at Asia. “Yes, friends of the owner. I’ll be back in a few.”
Montana peeped out the peephole and saw Mike and the back of someone else. She pulled the door open. “Mike, I’m scared.”
Montana let out all of the bottled-up emotions of fear and flew into Mike’s arms. He did his best to comfort her. Mike patted her on the back. “We’re going to find them.”
She forgot that Mike wasn’t alone. The sight of a familiar face was all Montana needed to pull herself together. She brushed the tears from her face and stared at the cold, black, piercing eyes staring back.
2
Sean Patterson stood speechless as the object of his dreams now stood right there before him. He happened to be in Mike’s office when he received the call from Asia about Troy and Savannah’s disappearance. It only took them seconds to reach Mike’s car and they drove as fast as the Dallas morning traffic would allow them to Troy’s place.
Montana’s tall stature was still no match for his six-foot-two-inch frame. The vulnerability he saw when she was rescued three years ago from her psycho ex-boyfriend was the same look she now possessed. Montana was unaware of Sean’s instant attraction to her. Sean wasn’t even too sure that Montana even knew his name but yet, he knew everything about her. The gleam in Montana’s eyes disappeared as he stared back.
Mike broke the silence between Sean and Montana. “Montana, not sure if you remember Sean, but he’s one of the partners. He works with Troy and I. He’s going to assist me.”
“You can rest assured that we’re going to do whatever needs to be done to find out your sister and Troy’s whereabouts,” Sean stated in his deep baritone voice.
Montana, barely above a whisper, said, “Thank you. Thank you, both. The police are upstairs with Asia now.”
“I’ll check things out down here,” Sean said as Mike went upstairs.
Having helped Troy set up security for his house, Sean knew the house like he knew his own. He used his own personal key to open up the secret door that led to the basement. He typed in the security code and the lights turned on. The basement held state-of-the-art electronic equipment that included surveillance monitors and an arsenal of weapons.
Sean sat behind one of the monitors and rewound the digital tape twenty-four hours. He smiled as he saw Troy and Savannah enter the house. They appeared to be so much in love. He fast-forwarded the tape until nightfall. That’s when he noticed some shadow figures approaching the lawn. They were all dressed in black jumpsuits with black masks. No sounds could be heard. One was using hand signals to the others as they broke through the security gate and surrounded the house. That’s when everything went completely dark.
There were no cameras in Troy and Savannah’s bedroom, but there was no need because Sean got a clear view of the assailants as they assembled in the hallway. He zoomed in on the duck tattoo on one of the assailants’ hands. It was the same tattoo some of the other assailants had on their hands. A total of five assailants were seen on the screen. Troy was clearly outnumbered.
Troy tried to save himself and Savannah by fighting them off but to no avail. He was clearly outnumbered. It angered S
ean to watch a bloodied Troy and a reluctant Savannah dragged out by several of the assailants. Savannah seemed to be unharmed. Troy looked in the direction where he knew there was a camera and mouthed the word “Driskoll.”
Sean stopped the tape and rewound it to make sure he read Troy’s lips correctly. Time was ticking. If Driskoll was their kidnapper, time was not on their side. Sean downloaded the information on one of the flash drives near the computer and left the hidden room, undetected.
Montana paced back and forth in the kitchen. “Where were you? We were looking for you. Well, I was looking for you,” she said.
“I was checking the surveillance room Troy has set up in the basement to see if I could see any signs of what happened. I think I’ve found something.”
“Sir, and who are you?” A tall police officer entered the room.
Sean extended his hand. “I’m Sean Patterson. Troy Bridges is my business partner. We would really like the police’s cooperation as we try to figure out Troy’s location.”
“Patterson that is. Well, leave the investigating to the pros.”
“No disrespect, Officer.”
“That’s Detective. Detective Jenkins.”
“Detective Jenkins, I think it’s in both of our best interests to work together.”
Jenkins’s forehead drew up. “We got this.”
Montana interrupted. “Look. I don’t care who does what. All I want is my sister back with me safe and sound.”
Sean ran into people like Jenkins all the time. Jenkins thought he was the next Columbo but, in actuality, Troy and Savannah were dead if they relied on Jenkins alone. Sean knew he had to play the game so he backed off. “We’re here to help in any way.” Sean retrieved a business card from his pocket and handed it to Jenkins.
Jenkins turned to Montana. “If you can think of anything else, let me know. I think we took enough pictures and gathered up enough evidence for now.”
Montana’s hands flew up in the air. “Is that it? Man, I could have done a better job than that.”
“Ms. Blake, we still don’t know if they were abducted. Unless you get a phone call or something, we’re just not sure. Me and my partner will ask some of the neighbors to see if they saw anything suspicious.”
Montana's Way Page 1
