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

she knew what I knew . Officer Justine was from that cursed tarot deck!
    Our first major!
    “You're from the tarot,” Emilia blurted out.
    Nooo, don’t let her know that we know! I ducked back down into the boxwood and Devon was down there waiting for me. He gave me a grin, exposing the not so subtle points on his teeth.
    “Takes one to know one, I guess,” I heard Justine say to Emi.
    “Then why are you arresting me? You know who I am. If I kill someone, it's their time. I'm a death dealer. It's what I do.”
    “And I'm justice. That’s what I do.” She led Emilia out to her police car and put her in the back seat.
    Then she walked the long walk down the street and retrieved Emilia's sword; Officer Day looked good with a sword in her hand.
    She tossed it in the trunk of her car.
    The cavalry arrived, just a little too late if you ask me. Behind Justine, paramedics, firemen and other cops arrived. They emerged quickly and randomly, like a nest of disturbed ants and moved into the bank, yet somehow they missed the dead man on the street. I know because Devon, with a tight grip on me and a tighter grip on his backpack which held my Gucci full of Maisie’s money, dragged me from the boxwood bush, down the street, passed the body and to my car.
     

Chapter 3
Five of Swords: No Place Like Home
    He made me drive him to his house. The place he lived in, an old gothic house right on the border of the east end of Meadowvale in a little area called old Chinatown. It was so out of the way I doubted satellite GPS had the ability to find us. His house was actually in better shape then I’d imagined.  A little dark and dingy, but with fresh paint, a few throw pillows and refinish on the hardwood floor, the place had potential. “You own this place?” I asked. I’d taken him for a street person, but maybe I had Devon all wrong.
    “I own the person that owns it,” he said, the growl in his voice more menacing than usual, as if his vocal chords were thicker than the average person, but this time the sound of his voice unnerved me more than ever. I’d played out a little head-fantasy that had us meet Maisie here, and we hand over the cash to her, then we’d have a little nosh and describe the gory details of the heist. Maisie would calculate the cost of getting Emilia out on bail, and we’d all go home and sleep it off. 
    But that wasn’t what Devon had in mind.
    He dragged me to the bedroom, but I dug in my heels, literally. He’d have a hell of a time getting those grooves out of the old oak floor. Devon had a tight grip and it only got tighter as I struggled. He pulled me down a narrow hall and into the dark room, flipped on the light switch and illuminated a creepy looking man cave bedroom, with, of course, a giant bed in the middle of the room, a four poster bed, all the posts carved and ornate, including a canopy-valence thingy. Quite a dramatic piece of furniture that bed
    His grip and his tug became positively inhuman,. I stopped struggling and decided to go along and save some wear and tear on my arms. I’d wait for an opportunity to get away, but I wasn’t going to give him any peace while I figured out what to do next.
    “Let me go you bastard!
    Devon's bedroom was even creeper when he dimmed the lights. I hadn’t noticed that the décor was black and red with chains hanging from the ceiling! At first I thought they were curtains, but noooo, they were chains. The bed was very well made, in fact the black brocade spread had a tight fit and the pillows looked as if they’d never been touched. But all together, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this wasn’t a room for sleeping in.
    “Lie on the bed Jane or I'll burn the money. Maisie won't be pleased.”
    “Whatever. You can't get away with this.” I decided to sit on the bed and test its springy quality. I was an award winning gymnast when I was a kid. I was about seven at the time. I figured I might still have a few moves left in