Free The Final Catch: Book 2: See Jane Hex (The Tarot Sorceress Series) by Rhea Rose

outside the shop was good old Devon, looking like his usual street persona.
    “It's him. I figured,” she said.
    Omg, was she going to stuff him into the back of this car too?
    “Him? Who? Figured what?” Emilia asked
    Malcolm stared quietly out the window, but I don’t think he saw anything, yet.
    Justine's dark eyes filled the rear view.
    “Never mind,” she said. Under her breath I heard her mutter, “That damn bank robber.”               She pulled a fast U-ie, zipped over the curb, slammed the vehicle into park, jumped out of the car, and went after Devon.
    He didn’t notice her until she was nearly upon him.
    He dashed into Maisie’s shop. In her excitement to nab him, Justine ran inside.
    *
    “My sights coming back a little, but I still can't see much,” Malcolm said.
    Thank the stars! That’s when I saw my chance and grabbed the canister of spray from the car seat. “I'll be right back,” I told them. I was supper excited! I leaped out of the car. I saw Malcolm and Emilia, both in handcuffs, exchange glances and heard her call out, “Jane, we're cuffed for good without Justine’s key! “We have to go with you,” Emilia called out.”
    I left them and headed into the shop. For some reason I thought Devon, Justine and Maisie would be standing around inside, but of course they weren’t. It looked as if the place had never been opened.
    I got really cautious and began to creep around with my magic hairspray canister out and ready. On the front counter by the register I saw two tarot cards.  I couldn’t tell which ones they were because they were turned with their backs up. I picked them up and held them awkwardly as I juggled my canister, too.  I turned one, the Justice card with a picture of a woman holding scales, wearing a blind fold. I held it out in front of me and waved it around, as it if it would make Justine appear before me.  I began to wonder if she perhaps was trapped back inside the card. 
    “Abracadabra, fiddle dee dee,” I said lamely. But of course nothing happened.
    From the back room came quiet fits of laughter.
    Male laughter.
    I moved cautiously in that direction, back again into the tarot room, and who did I see shaking with laughter, but Devon. He sat at the tarot table. He nodded toward the closet bathroom.
    “Locked 'er in there for ya, Janey.”
    He licked his lips and eyed me hungrily, but he also acknowledged the can of spray. With both hands up in a surrendering gesture, he said, “No hard feelings, baby.”
    Hmm, clearly Devon didn’t want to be hit with the spray.
    “How do I catch her?” I asked.
    “Abracadabra –“
    “Very funny. I tried that already.” I took a few more cautious steps toward the bathroom.
    “Slip her damn card under the door.”
    I wasn’t sure if he was messing with me, or if he was serious.
    Just as I was about to slip the card under the door, I heard voices at the backdoor. I recognized Emi and Malcolm’s voices, both still cuffed, they walked in through the back of the shop.
    Malcolm hesitated, “Wait!” he said.
    Emi said, “What’s up? Can you see now?”
    “A little.”
    “Well, keep moving,” she said encouragingly. “There’s a bathroom in here. You can rinse out your eyes.”
    Malcolm sounded fearful. “But this looks like –“
    I opened the backdoor and Emilia pushed him inside the shop. He stumbled in, cuffed hands out in front.
    I looked surprised at Emi and Malcolm. “Great work, white belt,” I said.
    Emi winked.
    Malcolm tried to make an about face but went in the wrong direction. I leaped at him and began waving the justice card. I heard Devon making a snorting laugh and Emi gave him an evil look. “You gotta touch him with his card, Jane,” She told me. I quickly looked at the cards, found the magician’s and tapped Malcolm. He disappeared and his cuffs fell to the floor. “WOOOOHOO,” I hollered and I did a little happy dance and tried to get Emi to dance with me, but she was too