Semua Bab The Age Plus Billionaire Cowboy: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Two days later . . . It was still morning. Ava went into Tom’s room to change the sheets on his bed. As she was doing so, she noticed what looked like a set of new drawing pencils on Tom’s new drawing desk that Ray had bought him for Christmas. At one time, Ray had called Tom’s art meaningless doodling a young man needed to grow out of. But, now, Ray supported Tom’s talent to draw. I wonder when he got those? I don’t remember him buying them the last time we went shopping. Ava continued to make the bed. That’s when she noticed a brown case under the bed. She pulled it out. She had never noticed it before. The boys were out with Ray working the range so they wouldn’t be back till lunch. Ava unzipped the case. There were a few drawings in it. One was of a woman who looked to be standing next to a SUV in the fog . . . or snow. Ava wasn’t quite sure. She shifted to the other picture. A blonde, who looked very beautiful, but she had fangs. Bl

Ava and Jesse rode to the Super 8 in Bedford. It was almost ten in the morning. Ray had gone to work on the range. Dax had taken Tom with him to see Lana. Jesse had told Ray that he was driving Ava into town to do some shopping. Ava hated lying to Ray but what choice did she have? Dax had been right. In this case, Ray needed to be protected. The boys themselves needed to be protected. They didn’t say a word during the ride. Jesse didn’t speak until they were walking down the hall at the Super 8. “I still don’t believe it. I won’t believe it until I see her with my own eyes,” Jesse said. They stopped at room 203. Jesse knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for someone to open it. Lillian. “Son of a bitch,” Jesse said through gritted teeth as he stared at her. “Nice to see you, too, Jesse,” Lillian said with twisted lips. “You may as well come in. I don’t want to have this conversation in

The next day . . . December 30th “My god, what a ghastly place,” Whitney Bartholomew said as she looked out the limousine window. “It’s not that bad. The streets are clean and it seems like a good economy here,” Lester said as he looked out the other window. “Yes, but what is going on with the fashions here? At least ninety percent of the men are wearing cowboy hats. Even some of the women are wearing them.” she said with her nose turned up. Lester chuckled. “I guess that’s the fashion here. Despite Helena being a city, it’s rather rural.” Whitney grunted.The photo the woman had emailed his butler was legit. It was definitely Ava. She was standing in what looked like a downtown area, waiting to cross the street with what looked like a pre-teen boy wearing a cowboy hat.The Montana P.I. was still making progress but it was slow. When Lester had gotten the call it was the break he had been hoping for.

Lillian Steele had provided more information to Lester and Whitney on the Steele family on the way to the Hilton in Helena. They were one of the richest families in Montana – billionaire status in their own right. They just lived . . . they way that they do. It was strange to Lester but nonetheless he was going to address the patriarch like an equal. He wasn’t inclined to disrespect the man on his own property an in front of his family unless it was absolutely necessary. The Steele family watched Whitney guide Ava to the back of the house. Ava looked over her shoulder at them. Lester raised his hand to her, waving, letting her know everything was going to be all right. He turned his attention back to the Steeles. “Which one of you gentlemen is Raymond Steele?” “I am,” the tallest of the bunch said. “I’m Lester Bartholomew. And as I’m sure you have figured out by now I’m Ava’s father. And that was her mother, Whitney Bartholom

“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?” her mother asked as she and Ava walked into her hotel room at the Doubletree Hilton in Helena. The room’s décor was all white for the exception of the dresser, bed backboard, and table. It was pretty plain for a hotel room by Hilton but Helena wasn’t the bustling metropolis New York was. Ava had the room all to herself. Her mother and father had separate rooms. “I believe so. I’m just curious about something,” Ava said as she sat on the bed. “How did you and Daddy find me? I’ve been missing for half a year.” “Oh, your father hired multiple private investigators. This last one had gotten a lead but what really sped things along was Lillian Steele.” “What!’ Ava shouted. Her shouting startled her mother, making her jump a little. “Sorry. Lillian told you and Daddy where I was? How does she know you two?” “She doesn’t. Through some P.I. work of her own, s