Morgan's POV

"So, are we doing anything illegal like what you did last time?" I asked Uncle Dylan as we sat at the outside setting of Olive Garden. "It depends. If The Five of Hearts does something illegal, we might have to do illegal action." Uncle Dylan said. During our lunch, he filled me in on what I was brought to New York for. He wants me, ME of all people, to be a Horseman. I didn't know he would be the secret benefactor of the magic group he had been investigating 3 years ago. We would be monitoring a magic group called The Five of Hearts; apparently they had been doing bad stuff with their talents. "From what I've gathered, they are all in New York now, just separated. They are probably doing independent acts right now. All we have to do is find out what they are going to do." Uncle Dylan said. Just as he said it, a loud voice started to draw a crowd only a few feet from where we were eating.

"Attention everyone! I am Teresa Monk, the best female magician in the US and I'm going to perform a few tricks for you." A women, maybe in her mid-20s, said. "Speaking of the Devil." Uncle Dylan said, softly. The best female magician in the US? Well, I'd like to differ. "I need a volunteer." She said. "That is the ringleader of The Five of Hearts." Uncle Dylan said. Many people raised their hands to volunteer. The woman and I lock eyes. "You, teen in the beanie." She said, pointing at me. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Uncle Dylan said. "No, I want to see what I'm up against." I said, getting up from our table, walking over to her. "What's your name?" she asked. "Morgan." I said, apparently with a strong country accent. "From Texas?" "No, Tennessee." I said. "Ok, do you know anything about magic?" she said. "Um, yes. Yes I do." I said. "Ok, so let me do something a little bit more difficult for you." She said. She shuffled her deck with her scarlet red finger nails. She fanned her cards faced down. "Pick a card." She said. I pulled out 7 of diamonds. "Ok, put it back into the deck." She said. I did so; I then saw her slyly put my card up her sleeve. She shuffled the deck some more and fanned them faced up. "Do you see your card?" she asked me. "No." I said, not looking at the fan. "You didn't look at the cards." She said, a little confused. "I know. I didn't look at it because I know where it is." I told her, a scared look coming to her face. "Really? Where is it then?" she asked, nervous. I reached out to her long sleeve and pulled out the card from a secret pocket in her shirt. "Here." I said, showing her the 7 of diamonds. "You're more of a magician that I thought." She said. "And you call that a difficult trick? I think anyone could have seen you push it to your sleeve." I said, easily debunking her trick. "Ok, fine. I thought you were lying about being a magician. I can read if someone is lying." She said. "Well, that was sort of crappy for an easy trick." I said, making her angry. "If you think my trick was crappy, how about you show us a trick, then." She said, pissed. I looked over at Uncle Dylan. He gave me a thumbs up, signaling me to go ahead. "Ok, fine. I will." I said, pulling out my deck of cards from my back pocket.

"Would you like to be my volunteer, Ms. Monk?" I asked her, shuffling my deck. "I would love to." She said, steaming. I fanned out my cards faced down. "Pick a card, look at it, show the crowd if you'd like." I said. She pulled out the five of hearts, and showed it to the crowd. "Now what?" she asked, very rudely. "I want you to sign it." I said, pulling a pen out my pocket. She signed the card, Teresa Monk. "Then?" she said. "Put it back in the deck." I said. She did so, waiting for me to opening slide it into my sleeves. What magician does that with another around? I shuffled through the cards, knowing where the card went. I fanned them face up, "Do you see your card?" I asked. "No, but it has to be somewhere on you. Up your sleeve or in your pockets." She said, convinced that I had it. "Ok, who wants to check my pockets to see if Ms. Monk's thoughts are true?" I asked. I picked out a police officer sitting a couple tables to my left. "Mr. Officer? Officer. . . A B C D..." I started to say, trying to find his name; his nose twitched at the letter D. "D, Daniels, Dennings (nose twitch). Dennings, Officer Dennings, would you be willing to pat me down to find the card?" I asked him, surprising the crowd with my mentalism. "Um, sure." He said. He got up, came over and checked my body for the card: he looked in my sleeves, looked in my pockets, both front and back, and my beanie. "It's not there." He said. "Thank you Officer." I said as he sat back down. "Ms. Monk, I was just wondering, are you staying for lunch? The Cesar salad is really good." I said. "Yes, I was thinking about eating." She said. "Can I have a waiter bring me a menu for Ms. Monk?" I asked, seeing the whole outside restaurant watching the trick. A man in a waiter's outfit come over with a menu. "How about you look through the menu really quick." I said. "Where is the card, kid?" she asked, harshly. "You'll see." I said, giving her the menu. She thumbed through the menu and stopped suddenly. "What do you see?" I asked at her look of surprise. "How did you get the card in here?" she asked, the crowd seeing the signed card in a pocket of the menu, shocking them. "I don't know, magic maybe." I said, receiving claps from the audience and Uncle Dylan. "Thank you, everyone. I plan to do an act around Central Park this week. The day is undecided right now. Just look out for me." I said. The crowd went away with a few people tell me I did a good job. Teresa Monk then came up to me.

"That trick was pretty impressive for a newbie." She said. "Well, I've been doing street shows with my Dad since I was 8 years old, so I don't think myself as new." I said. "Have you ever thought of joining a magic group?" she asked me. She's trying to get me to join The Five of Hearts. I decided to trick her. "Um, not really. Are you in one?" "Yes, the Five of Hearts. We're sort of the people who use our magic to get money and luxuries and stuff like that. It's pretty cool." She said. "I don't know. I'm more of the Robin Hood person, thank you." I said, walking back to Uncle Dylan. "Did you make that trick yourself? I've never seen it before." Uncle Dylan said. "Yeah. That's one of my medium tricks." I said. "Well, I'm impressed. The team would have loved to see that." Uncle Dylan said, making me happy. "How you shut down Teresa was amazing. Just what we need to break up that group." He said. "Awesome." I said. "I think we should head back to the apartment." Uncle Dylan said, getting up and leaving a tip. I then something caught my eye. It was my card and a piece of paper. 'If you change your mind. 845-2697'.