The Awakening: A Sisterhood of Spirits Novel by Yvonne Heidt Read Free Book Online Page A

trench coat swirling with the speed of travel. The house’s door hadn’t been locked, and no lights went on in the path of entry, even after the figured darted inside.
    Jordan kept watch as the person came back out of the house and returned to the van, setting it rocking slightly in the wake of her entry. The situation looked hinky.
    Once again, a flashlight beam cut through the dark windows. Jordan slipped out of her truck and approached the van. She heard someone talking inside and was reaching for the door handle when it opened, nearly catching her in the face. She immediately dropped into fighting stance.
    “Who the fuck are you?” a female voice snarled at her.
    “Freeze!” yelled Jordan and pointed her gun. The woman, whom she could see clearly now, yelped and dropped what she’d been holding in her right hand and Jordan kicked it away.
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake, there goes a few hundred dollars in equipment, asshole. What are you doing?”
    “I’m going to ask you the same.” Jordan held her phone open ready to dial. “It’s the middle of the night and this looks pretty suspicious to me.” So did the woman. Jordan took in the black fatigues, trench, and black boots she was wearing and combined the sight with choppy hair styled into tufts and dark eyeliner that made her eyes look three times larger than normal.
    “I repeat,” said the walking Goth billboard, “who are you?”
    “Officer Lawson. Mind telling me what you’re doing?”
    Static sounded from a radio on the woman’s hip and Jordan’s eyebrows went up.
    “Shade? What’s taking you so long?”
    “Can I get that, Officer?” she asked. “We’re not criminals, and please, put that thing away.” She motioned to the revolver.
    Jordan noted the sarcastic tone but nodded. She kept her gun pointed at her.
    The woman shrugged and talked into the radio. “Tiff?”
    “Go for Tiffany.”
    “Officer Friendly here just broke my new EMF meter.”
    “What? Come again?”
    “Just get out here, will you?”
    Another woman came out the front door and reached the van just as a sleek, black Lexus pulled in behind it.
    The Lexus driver saw her gun and screamed. “I’m calling the police right now!”
    “I am the police, lady!” Jesus, what a farce .
    The woman drew closer. “Where’s your identification?”
    “It’s in my jacket, in the truck,” Jordan answered. How had she lost control of this situation so quickly?
    The woman stood firm, phone in hand still ready to dial. “Get it, please.”
    “Don’t move, any of you.” Jordan lowered her revolver and backed to her truck to get her badge. The last thing she needed was another fiasco that would bring attention to her. She grabbed her leather coat and holstered her gun before flipping her wallet and badge out to show the trio, who stood looking back at her like a small fighting force in their matching black clothes. A black-and-white patrol car pulled around the corner. Great, thought Jordan as it slowed and the officer rolled down his window.
    “Problem here? Someone called in an altercation.” He directed his light to see the women. “Oh, hey, Sunny.”
    Jordan watched the woman smile, almost illuminating the rest of the block. “Lars. No, no problem. Sorry about the noise. Just a misunderstanding. This officer was just getting her badge.”
    He swiveled his attention to Jordan. “Lawson, right?”
    Jordan nodded. She recognized him from the squad room.
    “These ladies are all right.” He laughed. “I can understand why you would be suspicious. Hey, Shade?” he called. “You got all your paperwork in there?”
    “Of course.”
    Lars motioned Jordan over to his window. “They’re okay. Local ghost hunters. They’ll have permission from the owners to work late at night. They always do.” Did she just hear him right? Ghost hunters? Could this situation be any more bizarre?
    “They’re harmless.” He chuckled again. “Have a nice night, ladies.” He pulled away,