The Final Catch: Book 1: See Jane Charm (A Tarot Sorceress Series) Read Online Free PDF

and did a slow three-sixty to see if anyone else watched the sizzling little display, but no one noticed; thankfully the lane was empty. The graphically sexual image faded, and that’s when I decided I’d had a hallucination brought on by too much wine, pot and not enough sleep the night before.
    *
    When I entered the shop, I heard the radio playing a local music station. I recognized it because I played that station myself. I entered the shop with my picture of Theodosia in hand.
    The clerk was an older, sixtyish-look, biker-type lady who nodded to me. I greeted her but before I approached with my Sia poster and my request for a particular video, I moved to the display window and stared out into the lane--looking for the stalker and thief –
    “Waiting for someone?” The clerk asked me. I turned to her and sized her up. The boldness in her voice sounded a little challenging, like I’d disturbed her at something important, but I didn’t want to cause any conflict.  I wanted to hang a poster in her shop.
    “Did you see someone...standing out there, earlier?”  I pointed in the direction I’d come from. The clerk stretched her neck a little.  She looked like she’d seen it all.  Her pixie haircut, bleached silver, needed saving, and the tattoos running up her neck made me cringe. From where she stood there was no way to see where I pointed, and she didn’t look like she wanted to make any moves in my direction.
    “Where?” she asked, craning a little more.
    “Standing there?”
    The clerk shook her head, no, “Only you.”  I’m certain my confusion showed because she looked like she had no idea what I was getting at.
    I tried changing the subject.  I held up Sia’s poster.  “Can I? Would you mind if I hung this poster in here? My cat got stolen.”
    “Sure. Who’d steal a cat? Crazy. She’s sure cute, though.”
    I noticed that the clerk’s name tag said Jamie, another long time Meadowvale mundane, at least that’s what I thought then, which meant non-magical, but that didn’t turn out to be quite the case. I didn’t know it at the time, but she wasn’t actually completely mundane, but I didn’t find out until much later just what her magic was all about. She dabbled.
    Knowing the mundane from the majors was crucial and about to become very important.
    “Thanks, Jamie. Where?”
    “Put it in the window, there.”  She pointed out a spot where the poster fit perfectly. “You’re cat looks like a Cheshire,” she said.
    I stopped pushing the poster to the window and turned to look at Jamie. “She is,” I said cautiously. “I thought she was a ragdoll, at first, but the note she came with said she belongs to the Cheshire society, so I guess that makes her one.”
    “They’re a special breed,” she informed me.
    “Do you know much about them?”
    She shook her head no. “Only that they’re expensive and most people who own one are allergic to them and give them up.”
    “Allergic? Like itchy, watery eyes?”
    “And sneezing,” She said.
    “Sneezing?’
    “Uh, huh, like aaaachooo, that kind of thing,”
    “Well, that’s not me,” I assured her.  “I’m not most people.”
    “Sure. If you’ve kept the cat, you definitely are not most people,” she said, with a chuckle.
    She had me thinking.  I was sure my OCD and sneezing wasn’t the same thing as being allergic to Sia.  I did that before she came to my home, but I was certainly doing more of it since she arrived. I wasn’t going to worry, though; nothing could make me get rid of Sia.
    Jamie gave me some tape and as I stuck my poster to a strategic spot in the front window, I came face to face with very sexy lingerie on the mannequin in the window display. I touched the negligee – so sheer, and exotic, black with ostrich feathers. I fondled it a bit. It looked like something a goddess might wear in her boudoir, long with a side slit. “I want this,” I called over to Jamie.  She moved slowly to the display and