The Final Catch: Book 2: See Jane Hex (The Tarot Sorceress Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

She moved from the back of the bank to the front door at Olympic speed. She was right behind Emilia, who was right behind Devon, and I was right behind all three of them.
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    Outside the bank Justine was still in hot pursuit of Emilia! She had her gun out again!
    Devon hid behind a street lamp and when I ran by he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down between the cars parked in the street.
    “I'll shoot if I have to,” Justine yelled after Emi.
    Emi stopped. She turned to face Justine.
    While Emilia and Justine were getting to know each other, Devon took that moment to have me and him creep over into a nearby bush, a boxwood bush sheared into the shape of a penguin.  I hate boxwood it always smells like cat pee (sorry, Sia).
    From behind the boxwood, we watched Justine’s take down of Emilia.
    “Don't shoot. We've got to find Jane. Devon's got her hostage,” Emilia said, calmly.
    “Hostage?” Justine  kept her gun steady and leveled on Emi.
    Emilia nodded. “Yeah.”
    “Give up the sword. You're a hazard.”
    Emilia looked offended by the comment. Then instead of handing over her sword like she should have, Emilia said something really crazy, “Sword beats gun any day.”
    Justine laughed and held her gun on Emi. “Sure. Whatever you say. I'll keep my gun.”
    But Emilia wouldn’t shut-up. “See that guy on the corner smoking a cigarette? Watch this.”
    Suddenly the situation had turned into a pissing contest.
    In a crazy martial arts blur, Emilia pulled out the sheathed sword, did a couple of martial arts Kung Fu steps and threw the sword like a spinning missile, all before Officer Day (for short) fired a shot. The sword spun forever and ever, making a metal singing sound. I wanted it to hit the lamp post or the side of the building, anything to make it stop, but even from my crouched position behind the boxwood penguin; it was obvious that unstoppable weapon was on a mission.
    It flew at the unsuspecting smoker like a heat seeking missile and severed his head which fell from his shoulders like a ball of cheese that rolled off a table, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
    I stood up and stepped out of the bushes, Devon right beside me, both of us craned our necks to see what happened next.
    People on the street responded slowly, in disbelief.
    A pair of young lovers, teens really, pulled out their cells and began videoing the scene. It would probably be up on Facebook in under a second. In what seemed to be a delayed reaction, a man and a woman began to scream, the woman yelled, “Oh my god, oh my god,” over and over.
    Then the severed head did something hideous.  It rolled.
    I guess the sidewalk was slanted because the head did a slow wobble over the curb and into the street, coming to a stop face down on a sewer grate. A man that screamed kept yelling, “Do something! First aid, does anyone have first aid?”
    A woman walking her dog dropped the dog’s leash and froze in horror as the dog hurried over to sniff the head in its ear! By now the flow of blood from the torso had created a Salvador Dali painting, surreal and riveting. Horrified by it all, I couldn’t stop myself from watching as the deep ruby red river headed straight for the sewer grate the head was looking down into.
    Ugh! The dog began to lap up blood.
    Then Justine’s voice brought me back to reality. “Hazard!” she screamed at Emilia, who was now weaponless. Justine grabbed and arrested Emi all in one action. “You're under arrest for the murder in the bank, and that man on the corner.” She pulled handcuffs from her hip.
    Before Emi protested --and in one of those moments when all time seems to stop -- Emilia and I noticed a second pair of cuffs appear at Justine's hip.
    The appearance of the second set of handcuffs was preceded by the merest twinkle of light, as if a shiny snap on Justine’s belt caught the sunlight. In that same slowed moment of time, Emilia looked over at me, and I looked back at her. I knew that