The New York Times Society Young Billionaire Heiress Missing! By Judy Budd I had found it suspicious that Ava Bartholomew had not been seen at any summer and this season’s events. After a lot of questioning and digging for almost a month, this reporter has learned – to her horror, Ava Bartholomew has been missing for a little over four months! Apparently, one of her father’s, billionaire publisher and investor, Lester Bartholomew, jets had mal
Lester loved Ava. He truly did. But he hated and despised the pussy she came out of, namely Whitney. “How could you not call me when my only child – our child was in a plane crash and reported missing! How!” Whitney shrieked. “I always knew you were a rude and crude bastard, a liar, a cheat but I never thought you were a complete sociopath! “Yeah, yeah, yeah, what is it the young people say now? All that talkin’ do that shit while you walkin’,” Lester said as he glared at her. “Out the door and out this house so that we’re clear.” “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on, you, you . . . demon from hell,” she sneered. She wore a dark red collarless peplum blazer with a matching pencil skirt. A mink fur was hanging over her shoulders, secured with a gold chain in the middle that hovered above her waist. She looked damn good as always, but the black widow looks good, too, until she strikes. “Detestable woman, if
Ava hadn’t told Ray about the memory she had in the bar while taking her first shot of tequila with Jesse. It was the memory of her taking a shot with a dark-haired, handsome man in a nightclub. She could tell she had some feelings for the guy, but everything else was a blur. She woke up at six a.m. as usual despite how late it was when she had gone to bed. It was Sunday morning. On Sundays, the boys liked having a big, old fashion breakfast.Ava had begun to shower when her mind flashed. Whether she had talked about the dark haired stranger or not to Ray, she was seeing him again now. He was – no. they were both naked in an oversized shower together. Steam was quickly building up around them as the man took her in his arms. Their wet and hot bodies were pressed together as they kissed passionately.Ava gasped as her hand trailed down the side of her body as the sprinkling water beat against her C-cups. She was mimicking the man’s hands. They expertly glided al
Ava and Ray led the pack, as it were, on their steeds to the big oak tree on Cross Creek Ranch. The creek split off into two creeks thirty feet away from it. Dax, Tom, Ray, and Ava slowed their horses and dismounted. Ava had packed club sandwiches and macaroni salad for lunch. After they ate, the boys wanted to race each to here and there. Ray and Ava stayed behind, sitting on a blanket next to the oak tree. The sun shined bright in the cool sixty-five degree air. They were bundled up pretty good. Ray wore black jeans, black boots, and a buckskin jacket. Ava had on a dark brown Woodbury jacket with a hood. Her shoulder length hair was down around her shoulders. The horses, Whisper and Nicklaus, were grazing by the creek. “Ava,” Ray began softly. “You still seem a little . . . out of it. It’s not fatigue, is it?” Ava lightly exhaled. “No.” “What is it?” “I . . . I had a memory this morning before breakf
Later that day . . . Ray rode Nicklaus to the east end of the ranch. The boys were only a few miles away from the barracks. Ray could see them up ahead. He still couldn’t believe he had let his libido get away from him like that. Granted, Ava didn’t seem offended but still. Jesse waved at him as he continued to approach. The boys were checking on the herd. Two of them were expecting. Ray slowed his horse as Jesse and four ranch hands greeted. “Hey, guys,” Ray said as he dismounted. He patted Nicklaus on the side a few times and approached the group. “Come to help us out?” Jesse asked with a smile. He wore a sage colored Stetson and a dark green fleece jacket. “Actually, I’ve come to talk to you. Do you boys mind giving us some space?” Ray asked. The group of four nodded and walked away. “What’s up?” “I never thought I admit this in life to my baby brother but I need
Ava had called Redd, the Getter Done Truck driver who had picked her up on the side of the road over four months ago. She had tried calling him a few times before, but he had never picked up. This time he had. Redd had given her his cell number on the back of his business card.“I’m so glad you’re all right. I’ve thought about you on and off during the past few months. So, you figured out your name is Ava, huh?”“Yes, it was engraved on a bracelet in the one bag I was able to salvage.” Ava spent the next hour telling Redd what she had been through and what she had experienced.“Damn, it sounds like you’ve been on a roller coaster ride, all right,” Redd said. “But you should be fine at The Cross Creek Ranch. The Steele family are good folks.”“You know them?” Ava said with surprise.“Not directly. I know a few of the ranch hands,” Redd said in a relaxed tone. “I used to drive delivery for cattle auctions. I’ve delivered quite a few bulls and heifers out there before I got this job. Th
Monday . . . Ray had been avoiding Ava since yesterday late afternoon. He had Dax tell her they were eating dinner out last night and he hadn’t come to breakfast this morning. Matter of fact, Ray had Jesse pick up his lunch early this afternoon. Ava couldn’t put off getting to the bottom of this. She would have asked Jesse what had happened between Ray and Lillian but she wasn’t sure if he would tell her. If she couldn’t find out on her own, then she would go to him. “Ava, dear,” Mrs. Porter preened as she let Ava in the house. “So good to see you.” “It’s good to be seen,” Ava joked. Mrs. Porter chuckled. “Have you eaten? I was about to fix myself some lunch.” “No, and thank, God, I haven’t. You make the best lunches,” Ava said with a smile. “Thank you. Well, come into the kitchen. Let’s whip something up together like we used to.” They cooked cheeseburger sliders and broccoli salad. Mrs. P
Tuesday . . . Today was Ava’s regular appointment with Dr. Goolsby. She told the psychologist about her weekend and her horrendous memory of her mother’s betrayal. “Goodness,” Dr. Goolsby commented. “You did have a busy three days. I’m so sorry about what your mother had done.” “I am, too,” Ava said flatly. “For a minute there I thought I had a real family to return to when I got all my memories back. But . . . “But?” “I want nothing to do with them – and I don’t want to recover any more of my memories.” “I understand you’re hurt. Any daughter would be. But that’s no reason to throw away the work we’ve done so far or your other family members. You do have two sisters. They had nothing to do with what your mother did.” “Perhaps not but for all I know they took our mother’s side in things.” “What makes you assume that?” “They haven’t tried looking for me either. In the
Uncle Jesse pulled up a few feet away from Lana’s door. He had dropped Rhonda off ten minutes ago. She seemed to have had a good time. Before Dax and Lana could get out of the Cherokee, the front porch light came on along with the lights that lined the walkway. The front door swung open. Mr. Anderson stepped out on the porch – with a gun holstered on his hip. “Oh, good grief,” Lana moaned as she placed her hand over her face. “Do you think it’s loaded?” Dax heard his voice crack. “Don’t worry, nephew. I got your back,” Uncle Jesse said as he leaned over and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a hand gun. “Ever since that away game you had with the Columbus Cougars, I’ve started keeping this close.” “Oh my god,” Lana said nervously. “Please don’t shoot my dad. He just . . . overreacts sometimes.” “Honey, I won’t shoot him as long as he doesn’t shoot at us,” Uncle Jesse said. “Come on, let’s go.”
Ava had snacks ready for Dax and Lana when Jesse had brought them to the ranch – with a date of his own surprisingly. Ava had served homemade Chex mix, homemade pizza bites, and cookies she had baked that morning. The teens – and Jesse and his date, Rhonda, gobbled it up like they hadn’t eaten in days. Now, they were ready to ride. Ava and Ray were going to accompany Dax and Lana on their little ride. Thankfully, Ray had gotten back from Radersburg in time to go with them. Jesse and Rhonda decided to tag along. Lana had a black vest in her bag. She put it on under her coat before they walked out the door.They all rode in Jesse’s Cherokee to the stables. Ray was already there and he had already saddled the horses. Ava was on Whisper like she was last time. She and the horse had developed a relationship. During the times she rode with Dax in the old Ford, practicing for his driver’s test in a couple of weeks, they had stopped by the stables. While there Ava had
The next day . . . The day after Thanksgiving, Dax’s first date. He had never been that interested in girls –until Lana Anderson came along. It was ten o’clock when Ray went to Dax’s room to check on him. Dax was playing it cool but the pile of clothes on his bed said he was everything but cool. “What’s with the clothes? Surely, they’re not all dirty,” Ray said. “Um, no. I was just . . . going through things. You know. What I still where and what I don’t where anymore,” Dax said. Ray couldn’t help but snort with amusement. “Couldn’t figure out what to where, huh?” “Nah,” Dax said taken aback. “That’s something girls go through. Not guys.” Ray chuckled. “When a guy goes out on his first date with a girl he is crazy about, we do.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Can’t get anything by you these days,” Dax mumbled as he turned to look in the mirror that was attached to the short dresser.
In New York . . . Just like every year, Lester Bartholomew sat at the head of the dining table and whatever woman he was married to at the time sat at the other head. And as usual all twelve of his children were at the Thanksgiving table – minus one. Lester had fired the five private detectives he had hired to find Ava. Not one of them had a clue after five months of searching – or not searching. Lester believed at least three of the PIs were just cashing the checks and spending his money on other things. He had called Sheriff Wilson last week to see if he had turned up anything. He hadn’t but he had a suggestion. “Sir, why don’t you hire a PI that’s actually from and still lives in Montana? A guy from this great state would know all the small towns, cities, and hidey holes a person could get lost in.” “I have to admit it’s worth a try. I have also been thinking about slapping an award on Ava to anyone who has information of
Ray nearly groaned out loud at the aroma that was tickling his nose as they walked down the hallway. “Damn, something smells good,” Gill commented. “I suspect it’s a lot of things smelling good right now,” Jesse said. They began walking through the living room. The sunset got Ray’s attention, making him glance out the huge frame window. And that’s when he saw it. “Son of a bitch,” Ray said as he strode to the front door. He opened it wide – damn the cold. “What is it?” Jesse asked as he rushed up behind him. “Whose truck is that?” Ray asked with disgust. It was taking up half the drive. It had Getter Done Trucking on the truck and the trailer. “You didn’t hear it pull up?” Dax asked. “No,” Ray said, taken aback. “Did you?” “Yeah, while we were watching the game,” Dax answered. “I guess you were too busy cussing that bad referee out.” “I guess we all were
It was Thanksgiving Day and Ava was working her ass off in the kitchen. Despite making the mashed potatoes, gravy, two pumpkin pies, an apple pie, and cranberry sauce the day before, she was still running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The turkey was still in the oven and she still had to bake the sweet potato casserole and the rolls. Per cooking tips from Mrs. Porter, Ava was cooking green beans in a crockpot and macaroni and cheese cooking in another crockpot. Luckily, there were already various crockpots in the kitchen. Two were smaller sizes. Ava had stuffing in the turkey but from what she gathered from the Steele men, they don’t like their stuffing baked in the turkey. So, Ava had a separate dish filled with homemade stuffing. She trotted over to the oven to check on the twenty-two pound turkey for the third time in two hours. The popper was finally out on it. She turned the oven off and closed the door. Instead of running to the den to get
Everyone was in the foyer of a very fancy house filled with expensive looking furniture and knick knacks. A dark varnished short table with two drawers with gold looking handles was against the wall under a large oval mirror on the wall. The floors looked to be white marble in the foyer. A brass coat rack was in the corner. A painting Dax figured was a copy of the Mona Lisa was on the opposite wall. “I don’t think any of us have formerly met,” the blonde haired woman said. “I’m Helen Anderson, Lana’s mother and this is my husband, Langley.” Ava and Ray introduced themselves. Ray didn’t make an overture to shake Langley’s hand. He looked like he was about to shoot all of them. “Would any of you like some hot chocolate or coffee?” Mrs. Anderson asked. “None for me, ma’am,” Ray said. “Oh, please, call me, Helen.” “All right,” Ray said. “Helen, why don’t you take um . . .” Mr. Anderson trailed
Three days later . . . It was two days before Thanksgiving, and Dax was a nervous wreck. He rode in the back of Uncle Jesse’s green Jeep Cherokee as Ava and his father rode upfront. Uncle Jesse let them borrow it for the afternoon. “You’re awfully quiet,” his dad said as he glanced in the rearview mirror. “Wouldn’t you be if you had an audience when you’re about to . . . you know,” Dax stammered. “Ask a girl out on a date as you present her with hearts and flowers,” Ava guessed. In this case, it was candy and flowers. “Son, do you really think Lana’s father is going to let you speak to her alone when you show up? Especially after the way you had treated her last year? And he probably won’t let you take her anywhere without some sort of guarantee concerning her . . . person. Trust me. You want your father with you in a circumstance like this,” Ray said. “For back up.” Dax eased out a breath.
The next morning . . . The Steele family sat down for breakfast, including Jesse. As usual, Ava sat at the table with them to eat her breakfast. Ham and cheese quiche. After breakfast, Jesse and Tom went to the living room. Jesse wanted Tom to look at the pictures he had taken of him yesterday with the buck. Jesse had said he was going to have the best ones printed and framed. Dax stood. “Before you go to your corner of the world, Dax, I got something for you,” Ray said as he reached into his pocket. He had Dax folded bills. Dax slowly took it as confusion showed on his face. “It’s the money I owed you for doing extra work on the ranch,” Ray said. “Oh,” Dax said with realization. “I didn’t think you pay me so soon.” “It’s been a little over two weeks. I meant to give it to you yesterday but Tom bagging that buck distracted me,” Ray said with a little smile as he continued to sit