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wanted to gossip.
    “I had heard that. Well, I guess I’d better go . My friend is waiting for me.” I pointed in the general direction of Claire Ann.
    Connie frowned. She wasn’t happy that I’d cut off her gossip session. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” she said. Connie turned around and stomped away. I’d officially made her mad. I hadn’t intended to, but that was the way it happened sometimes.
    I paid for the table and then found Claire Ann. She ha d her arms full of fabric.
    “What did you find?” I asked.
    “A tablecloth and random pieces of fabric. I figure we can make something out of it.”
    “Good idea.” I lifted the table and carried it toward the car.
    “Who was the woman?” Claire Ann asked.
    “That was Connie Dayton. She was outside Luke Lexington’s office the day he was murdered. Then she said she saw me go into Darcy Parish’s office.” I placed the tabl e in the backseat and climbed behind the wheel.
    “That’s kind of creepy, don’t you think?” Claire Ann asked.
    “She is a bit strange.” I pulled away from the curb.
    When we passed a couple parked cars I noticed Connie sitting behind the wheel of her silver SUV. She watched us as we drove by.
    “There’s one other yard sale that looked good on paper. Want to go check it out?” Claire Ann asked.
    I stopped at the red light. “You know I do. What’s the address?”
    Claire Ann gave the address and I pointed the car in that direction. When we pulled up to the street, I realized that everyone else must think this was a good sale too.
    “They must have the good stuff,” Claire Ann said.
    “Looks like we may have to fight for a place to park.” One of the wor st parts of yard sales was the limited parking.
    I watched as a woman walked down the driveway of the house. “She’s leaving,” Claire Ann said.
    “I’ve got my eyes on her.”
    “I hope she got a good spot.”
    The woman walked a short distance down the street and I followed along with my car. We waited as she filled her trunk with items and then climbed in her car.
    “She’s taking too long,” Claire Ann said.
    My hands were on the steering wheel. I was ready to merge into the spot. Just as the woman pulled away, another car zipped into the spot.
    “What the heck? She stole our spot.”
    “Yes, she did.”
    Claire Ann glared at the parking spot thief as we drove past, but the woman never acknowledged us. I circled the block and finally found another spot a few cars down. Claire Ann was still fuming when we walked past the woman’s car.
    “She’ll probably get all the bargains too,” Claire Ann said.
    I chuckled. “Don’t worry about her.”
    Claire Ann was known for her quick temper, but she calmed down just as quickly. There were quite a few tables set up around the home’s front yard. Claire Ann couldn’t look at the goods for sale because she was too busy looking for the woman who stole our spot. I knew she just wanted to glare at her some more. As we approached the tables, someone bumped my shoulder and cut directly in front of us. It was the same woman who had stolen our parking spot. Once again she acted as if she hadn’t even noticed us. Claire Ann groaned.
    “Can you believe that woman? Watch where you’re going,” Claire Ann said.
    The woman glanced over her shoulder, but then turned back to the table full of items.
    I looped my arm through Claire Ann’s. “Let’s stay away from her.”
    “Gladly.” Claire Ann flashed one more dirty look at the woman. 
    Claire Ann stuck with me this time as we wandered around the sale. I picked up a few pieces of antique silverware. I’d recently gotten a metal -etching set and figured I could write cute things on the spoons and forks. Claire Ann picked up a set of clear glasses and a few other odds and ends that I didn’t get a good look at because I was busy checking out other things. Claire Ann placed her items in a pile on the ground so that she could continue to look. I kept my