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

cool for that kind of thing.
                  Still handcuffed, Emilia stepped into the shop and went directly to the bathroom door.
    “Justine, the gig is up. You can't escape,” she called into the door.  She signaled for me to hold up the justice card.  Even better than that, I went over and quickly slipped it under the door. 
    “No! Stop. If you send her back to the card, I’m stuck with these cuffs. They’re magic and don’t come off unless she takes them off. And she's got my sword in her trunk. We need her keys.”
    “How ‘bout I send you back to your card and then your cuffs fall off?” I suggested.
    “You can try,” she said to me and gave me her death game face –Yikes!
    “Well, I don’t think Officer Day’s going to do us any favors,” I said, annoyed.
    Emilia banged loudly, if somewhat awkwardly on the washroom door. 
    “Justine, get out here and unlock these cuffs and you can go. Let’s call it a draw.”
    A draw! No way. Not if I could help it. The faster I got these majors back in the deck the sooner I got Sia back and my freedom.
    There was no response from Justine. In fact there hadn’t been a peep come from that washroom this whole time. I began to think that Devon hadn’t been truthful . Surprise!
    “Justine!”  I’d never seen Emilia lose her cool, but she was getting frustrated. Then without warning she kicked the locked door open. Nothing, no one.  We gaped. Then we turned to Devon. But he looked innocent.
    “She was in there!” he insisted.   He got up from the table and ran out to the front, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, too.
    “How’d she do that?” I asked.
    Emilia shrugged. “Ya got me.”
    We heard Devon shout out front. We rushed there and the three of us ran around like the stooges looking for dropped money, but through the window we saw Justine. She’d gotten out! Right out of the shop. But it looked like she was coming back. She had the trunk up on her cruiser and she pulled out Emi’s sword, slammed the trunk closed and headed back to the shop. She carried the sword as if it were her own weapon and entered the shop, sword forward.
    “Now, if Emilia wants this back, we need to negotiate,” she said. She looked big. She looked powerful and she looked like she meant business.  I had no idea what to do, but that didn’t matter because Emilia did an Olympic style front flip toward Justine, reached out and snatched her weapon away, before anyone blinked.
    “I'll take that,” she said, somewhere in her spin. The next thing I knew the sword was flying in my direction because Emi tossed it to me, handle first. And I caught it like a pro.
    I stared at the sword then at Justine who stared at me. I didn’t want to get shot, but I didn’t have to worry about that because the next thing I knew Emilia stood between me and Justine, holding her wrists out to me, the cuff chain hanging between them.
    “Cut this sucker.”
    I hesitated. I looked at Justine, then at Emilia, then swiftly pulled the sword around and brought it down and sliced through the handcuff chain. 
    “Rock beats scissors, sword beats cuffs!” Emila shouted.  Now freed, Emilia turned to face down Justine. But the cop was gone.  After I’d freed Emi I’d moved quickly to Justine and touched her with the card. I held it up proudly for Emilia to see. Devon got to me first and then Emilia. They crowded in to look at the card and inside it was Justine replacing the thin silhouette that held her spot while she ran free in Meadowvale.
    “You go sexy girl,” Devon said, and he gave me a swat on the butt. I nearly elbowed him.
    “Nice work, partner,” Emilia said.
    “Bet you didn't know I could swing a sword,” I said to Emi and glared at Devon.
    “Did you know?” Emi asked me. I shrugged.  I decided to let that one remain a mystery for the time being. Then we heard a tiny voice yell up from the card. Justine’s voice. She stood at attention in her RCMP