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

party at Voo-Toos and you’re going?”
    “Yes, I did and I am going.  I’m going to get to the bottom of this.  I’m getting my tattoo or I’m finding out what’s really going on there. They have an after hour’s club downstairs in the basement of that place.”
    Well, I’d been served.  How did she get invited and I didn’t?  How did she know about the after hour’s club when Maisie was supposed to keep me up to speed on all that was going on in this town, so I could collect those damn majors?  I bet there’d be a few majors at this party.
    “I thought you said the tattoo shop’s never open.” I reminded her.
    “The ink shop. Upstairs. It's never open. I didn’t exactly get invited --”
    “Ah ha!” I yelled. 
    Glendie wasn’t put off by my disdain for her idea of going to an afterhour at the tattoo shop. “I’ve heard about the afterhour’s at that place, but I’d figured they were over exaggerated rumors, and today, I thought I’d go and check it out for myself. See what’s up.”Glendie started tidying things a little further away from me like she was trying to create space between us.  She seemed different and not her usual overly happy hyper cheerful self. Her demeanor was darker, more secretive. I had to scramble to keep up to her and her busy work. I needed to keep her on the hook.
    I needed to get invited.
    “Okay, I know they party. I've read about it in the local paper. I think they're bikers,” I said, trying to scare her a little so she’d want me to come along.  “People who party at Voo-Toos disappear,” I said.
    “What?” She gave me a frown. I think that was the first one I’d ever seen on her face. Then she stopped talking to me. She fidgeted with an assortment of pens and paper clips.  I watched as she made approving expressions and murmuring sounds as she straightened the pens over and over and then the clips, and then I began to get that feeling, the urge to chew my bottom lip and to place things in a pattern.
    The urge rose quickly inside me.
    I grabbed pens, paperclips, withdrawal forms, anything I could find, a box of rubber bands.  My blotter, my adding machine.  My sponge holder.  I arranged it all until it was perfect and tight and created a narrative, a story of some sort. The tale of Koldwell Bank. This time everything I’d gathered and organized framed the blotter -- the erasers, the sponge holders, the pencils. I knew I got it all right when I felt the deep need to sneeze. My body shuddered and then I did a nasal raspberry aaaapphooo. And the carnations in their thin vases on the counters between service areas shook and shifted from the force of my blast. I knew then something magical was about to happen.
    I studied Glendie very carefully but didn’t see any magic happening around her.  She made a face at me because she was one of the few people that knew what it meant when I’d done my OC organizing and my deep seated raspberry sneeze.  Glendie made a face that said, See nothing’s happening, but I knew it would arrive. Whatever it was it just needed a little time.
    Then I heard the manager’s office phone start to ring. I heard McCarthy answer it.
    I turned back to Glendie.
    “There's no afterhours party, is there?” I asked.
    “Yeah, there is, Jane.”
    Neither Glendie nor I noticed Ross McCarthy sneak up on us.  I looked at her and she looked at me.
      We were both un-tucked with our belly jewelry sticking out.
    *
    Back at the tattoo shop, Emilia stepped out from the shadows of the dark and musty shop.  She held her main fighting sword up. I don’t know if that was the right way to approach the situation she put herself in because whenever she pulls that thing out someone usually dies.
    “I’d like to get a tattoo,” she said.
    Barkman spun, surprised by her stealth. They eyed one another for several moments. He flexed his hands as if he’d like to tear her apart. Emilia turned on an angle so he could see the display of weaponry