Free The Final Catch: Book 3: See Jane Spell (The Final Catch: A Tarot Sorceress Series) by Rhea Rose

relationship with Barkman.  The only other suspect in my mind was my mysterious shadow man, William, who seemed to appear around my haunts more and more often, especially after our date. I had this strong feeling that he was somehow connected this. He was the guy that Glendie told me came from the Cheshire society. I know he was somehow connected to my darling kitten, Sia, but was he trying to help or hurt her?
    It didn’t take long for Barkman to find Glendie’s sparkling sunburst brooch.  He saw it and picked it up. He was delighted and examined it closely. The look of elation on his face as he stared into the shiny depths of the brooch was something to behold. The pin itself seemed to have a positive effect on the man. He fondled the brooch and must have had a vision of Glendie sunning on a beach at sunset.  I saw his vision in my mind.  I don’t know how that happened but it did.  I saw her in his mind.  He let the vision go and walked over to the front window of his tattoo shop and stared down the street.  He even opened the front door and stepped outside onto the sidewalk.  For a minute I didn’t know what he was up to, but then I understood. He was looking for her, for Glendie. He knew it was she who’d been at his shop.
    Barkman was interrupted by a voice.
    “Open for business?” 
    Barkman, startled, turned to see Emi, sword out, standing behind him.
    *
    I had decided not to go with Emilia to the tattoo shop. I had to get to Koldwell for my first day on the job. We figured it was better that way. I would work with Glendie at the bank and try to get to the safety deposit boxes that Maisie wanted us to become familiar with. Emilia, well, she could take care of herself now that she was an orange belt death dealer, I guess.
    My job was to work part-time as a teller at Koldwell, which was a big joke because I really didn’t know much about banking. Glendie was supposed to teach me my job.  What a pair.  I was late on my first day and Glendie wasn’t back from her break yet. But the good news was the bank had no customers. It was quiet.
    Jane one, customers zero.
    I sneaked a peek over at boss Ross McCarthy’s office, but he looked like he didn’t notice much.  I think he was hard at work on his cross word puzzle.  Then Glendie hurried into the bank. Her heels clacked against the marble floor.  Her short huffs of breath echoed throughout the cavernous bank. She scooted across the floor and onto the work side of the polished counters, stored her purse, threw out her paper coffee cup, straightened her jacket and scarf and looked none the worse for wear. 
    “Oopsy, I'm late.”
    “Hey, ya, you're late!” I said to bug her little.
    Glendie opened a drawer pulled out a trainee pin and pinned it to my lapel.
    “You forgot this.”
    “Really?”
    “Policy,” she said.  One of her annoying habits was to always follow the rules!
    “Where were you?  What took you so long?” I tried not to sound like my concern was phony. She began to unlock her cash area and organize her wicket.
    “Went to the tattoo shop,” she said, like it was no big deal.
    “Voo-Toos?” I said overly loud because I wanted to sound surprised.
    “Sssh.”
    “Voo-Toos?” I whispered.  But she already started to ignore me. “They won't like a tattoo around here,” I said.  I looked around. There were still no customers and in his office our manager, looked like he might have fallen asleep over his cross word puzzle.
    “I'm getting it on my neck,” Glendie said with some sarcasm.
    “Sure. That'll win Ross' praise.” I had to giggle when I imagined Ms. Sunshine with Asian prayer symbols scrawled down the sides of her neck. As I imagined it, I thought that might actually be cool, tone down her cheerleader persona.
    “You know how that shop’s never open. Today, it was. I really do think it's a fake tattoo parlor. They probably do launder drug money or something like that. They probably had to sweep out the dust and