When it comes to running a successful garage sale, Sarah Winston believes in doing her homework. She also believes in giving back. But when she agrees to manage an athletic-equipment swap, she doesn't bargain on an uncharitable killer. The day of the event, the school superintendent is found dead in the gymnasium. Suddenly, the murder suspects are the school-board membersincluding the husband of a very difficult client who's hired Sarah to run a high-end sale and demands she do her bidding. In between tagging and haggling, Sarah studies the clues to see who wanted to teach the superintendent a lesson. But as she closes in on the truth, the killer intends to give her a crash course on minding her own business.
About the Author
Sherry Harris is an award-winning author of cozy mysteries that usually involve garage sales. She honed her bartering skills as she moved around the country while her husband served in the Air Force. An independent editor for fiction and nonfiction writers, she is also a member of Sisters in Crime, Sisters in Crime New England, and Sisters in Crime Chesapeake Chapter.
Hillary Huber is a multiple Audie Award finalist, an Earphones Award winner, and an AudioFile Best Voice. She has recorded over three hundred titles spanning many genres and holds a bachelor's degree in English literature. A voracious reader and listener, she was raised in Connecticut and Hawaii but now splits her time between California and New York.
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"I need your help, Sarah," Angelo said to me.
I'd rushed over from the Ellington High School gym, where I was in the throes of setting up an athletic equipment swap meet for the school board. The swap was in the morning, and I'd been up to my ears in ski poles when Angelo sent me a text asking me to stop by. Angelo never sent texts, so I had literally dropped everything and would have a mess of ski poles to clean up when I got back.
We sat in his restaurant, DiNapoli's Roast Beef and Pizza, at one of the wooden tables lining the far right side of the room. It was just after nine- thirty, and Angelo had closed for the night. His deep brown eyes crinkled with concern.
"Anything. What can I do?" Angelo and his wife, Rosalie, who sat next to him, had done so much for me that I'd gladly do anything this side of legal to help them. And maybe the other side of legal, if it was really important. They'd supported me when I'd moved to Ellington, Massachusetts, from nearby Fitch Air Force Base during a personal crisis over a year ago. The DiNapolis encouraged me if I was down and celebrated my successes, like starting my Sarah Winston garage sale business. I leaned forward, shoving my glass of Chianti to the side.
Angelo looked at Rosalie. I thought I detected a slight roll of the eyes on Rosalie's part.
"You don't have to help," Rosalie said.
"Of course I will." In the past I'd found replacement tables and chairs for them if something wore out. This sounded more serious, and I was getting anxious. I wished they'd just spit it out. I looked back and forth between them.
Angelo cleared his throat. "Did you hear about the lasagna bake-off in Bedford next week?"
Bedford was the town next to Ellington. I nodded, mystified. While I was a whiz at setting up garage sales, my cooking skills were renowned for how awful they were. I hoped he didn't want me to enter. I thought the contest was open only to chefs at area restaurants.
"I signed up," Angelo said.
"That's great. You'll win," I said. "Do you need a sous-chef?" I could try, but it seemed like Rosalie or someone who worked here with him would be a better choice.
"I want to make sure I win," Angelo said. "I have to win." His hand fisted, but he refrained from pounding the table.
This time Rosalie definitely rolled her eyes. "You don't have to win. You want to win," she said with a shake of her head.
"So what do you want me to do?" My imagination was going wild. Poison, sabotage, kidnapping? What would making sure Angelo won entail? There were rumors his family was connected, that his uncle had more than just ties to the Mob. And I knew his cousin Vincenzo, an attorney, had gotten a few mobsters off racketeering charges. It seemed like Angelo had better options than me to make sure he would win. I grabbed my Chianti and took a big swig. Why did they call that Dutch courage — or in this case Italian?
"I need you to go to the top five competitors' restaurants and sample their lasagna and report back." Angelo leaned back in his chair.
That was it? He wanted me to eat pasta? Relief made my body feel like an overcooked piece of lasagna, saggy and limp. "I can do that."
"And bring me back a sample, without telling anyone what you are up to."
"Of course." Jeez, how hard could that be?
* * *
An hour and a half later I roamed up and down the long rows of tables in the Ellington High School gymnasium, using a hockey stick as a baton, making sure everything was ready. I pictured myself as a drum majorette being cheered on by a crowd in a huge football stadium. I could do with someone cheering for me. I probably looked more suited to leading the band from The Music Man, with my hockey stick and crazy march. Slaphappy. Giddy. Punch drunk. I was all those things. Maybe it was the combination of the Chianti from earlier with the DiNapolis and the caffeine I'd consumed after in the form of coffee, lots of it, from Dunkin's.
My stomach rumbled, and I thought about the lasagna Angelo had mentioned. I hadn't had much of an appetite since my ex-husband, CJ, left me six weeks ago, despite the rekindling of our relationship last February. I still couldn't believe he had chosen a job in Florida over me. But I couldn't think about that now.
The lasagna project was something to look forward to, something to keep me busy. Busy had been my mantra since CJ left. I'd overbooked myself in the hopes that I'd be dead tired. But sleep, like my appetite, had all but disappeared. The lasagna would have to wait, though, because in nine hours the doors to the swap would open.
For the past week, people had been dropping off their gently used athletic equipment. Items they were tired of or that had been outgrown. Tomorrow other people would come and pick up what they needed. It was something that made everyone happy. The last of my helpers had left right after I returned from DiNapoli's around ten. Who could blame them? Some people had things to do on Friday nights. All the hard work getting ready for the swap was better than hardly working.
I twirled the hockey stick in my hand as I checked one last time to make sure all the equipment for the sports swap was at least somewhat organized. It hadn't taken long to learn that sports equipment didn't like to be arranged. It liked to roll or topple over. Baseball bats, lacrosse sticks, balls, pretty much all sports equipment. They were unruly and didn't lend themselves to neat arrangements. Except for the helmets. At least they cooperated by sitting proudly in rows.
I'd get zippo for doing this, so maybe it wasn't a smart business move. The last Saturday in June was primo garage sale season. I had turned down a lot of jobs, hoping that organizing this would up my profile in the town of Ellington and the surrounding suburban areas outside of Boston. It hadn't taken long to learn that sports equipment swaps were very popular in this area. Old and outgrown equipment was a big draw.
Most of the school board members had liked my idea of adding a silent auction to raise more funds for the school district. With all the sports teams in Boston, it had been easy to get items owned or signed by famous athletes and to prove their provenance. I'd even had a fan girl moment when I ran into Tom Brady the day I picked things up at Gillette Stadium, home of the Patriots. He was bigger in person and better looking. His smile almost melted my shoes.
I tossed the hockey stick up into the air as I twirled around, planning to catch it before it hit the floor. The lights went out, and I skittered to a stop mid-twirl. The hockey stick glanced off my shoulder and clattered to the floor by my feet.
"Ow," I said to the empty, silent gym. I felt around for the hockey stick so I didn't trip myself. After I picked it up, I shook my head, hoping the power outage wouldn't prevent the swap from taking place tomorrow. I shuffled in the general direction of my purse and cell phone, not wanting to knock over one of the tables full of equipment. If I could find my phone, I could use the flashlight app. Footsteps echoed on the gymnasium floor and they weren't mine.
"Hello," I called. At least I wasn't alone. Slow, deliberate footsteps headed toward me. "Who's here?" I couldn't make out anything in the dark.
There wasn't a response except for the echo of steps. I whirled, still clutching the hockey stick, and hurried blindly toward my cell phone. I knocked my hip into a table. Balls of all sorts, from basketballs to golf balls, spilled, bounced, and rolled around me. I stutter-stepped around them, slipping, hoping that they would slow whoever else was in here, too.
Footsteps pounded across the gym floor, growing closer. I veered away from my purse. Sprinted toward the only light in the gym, one of the glowing exit signs. Something hooked around my foot. Another freaking hockey stick. I sprawled as I slid across the gymnasium floor and landed in a display of skis. They thundered down, battering and bruising me. I started to shake off the skis, to get back up, to get away.
Something whacked my lower back, my kidneys. Another blow hit the back of my thighs. I collapsed and curled into a ball, making myself as small as possible. I flung my left arm over my head, protecting it. My right hand clutched the hockey stick. My eyes were adjusting to the dark, and I could see the outline of a shadowy person bending toward me. The person grasped my arm, wrenching my left shoulder, and dragged me. I tried to trip him with the hockey stick. He stomped on my hand. I let go of the hockey stick as I cried out.
I heard a door open. Hinges creak. The only doors that weren't exits in the gym were to the equipment room or the locker rooms. The door to the equipment room was the one with the creaky hinges. He shoved me. The door banged shut. Something was dragged across the floor, and it hit the door.
I huddled on the floor, trembling. I knew I should move, but couldn't. Too scared. Too hurt. Noises sounded from the gym, bangs and bumps, and I wondered what the hell was going on out there. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and listened. After a while I didn't hear anything. I got to my feet and stumbled forward blindly. I bumped into some kind of shelving unit. It rocked madly, but nothing fell on my head. I fumbled around for the light switch, running my hand up the rough walls, where it seemed like it should be.
I finally found it and flicked it on, blinking as the fluorescent light came to life. One of the long tubes blinked sporadically, crackling and sputtering. It created the perfect setting for a horror movie. The equipment room was full of creepy shadows. The doorknob turned easily in my hand, but when I tried to push the door open, it wouldn't budge. And every part of my aching body seemed to protest the action. Whoever was out there had blocked me in. I cursed when I realized I was stuck for the night, because no one would miss me until the morning. But what if he came back?
I couldn't just sit in here, waiting. I looked around the equipment room for something to protect myself with. Athletic equipment was locked in wire cages. A stack of dingy towels, lightbulbs, and a mop with no head were scattered around the room. Throw the towels, break a bulb for something sharp, and whack the man with the mop handle? I spotted a spray bottle filled with bleach. That was more like it. I gave it a couple of trial squirts. It had a strong, steady stream.
It would keep him at a distance. That should do as a weapon. I hooked it through a loop on my shorts so my hands would be free. I flipped off the light in the equipment room, hoping my eyes would adjust to the dark before I went back into the dark gym. Maybe it didn't make sense to worry about the light showing either, with all the noise I was probably about to make. Whoever was out there knew I was here. I pushed on the door. Was that a tiny bit of movement? I shoved again and again. Whatever was blocking me in was making a lot of noise as it scraped slowly, painfully, away from the door.
I stopped once and listened at the tiny crack I'd created. Tried to look out. The gym was still blacker than the inside of a cave. Something banged, and I held my breath. Was it a door shutting? Was someone coming? Or going? The adrenaline that had gotten me this far seemed to flow out of my body like a hundred-year flood. It left me weak and a bit dizzy. I felt every painful blow that I'd been dealt. My hand throbbed. My back ached. I wanted to curl up in a corner and cry.
Instead, I threw my body at the door, widening the crack to a couple of inches. I went through my listening and peering routine again. Nothing. I took a deep, shaky breath, braced my legs against the floor, and shoved. This time whatever was blocking the door moved enough that I could slip from the equipment room back into the gym. But did I want to?
I squeezed out and raced toward the glowing exit sign nearest to me. It was my holy grail, my path to freedom. It seemed like it was a hundred miles away, even though it was only yards. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I managed to leap over a pile of ski poles without slowing. Out the door and into the hallway.
I focused on the doors to the outside as I ran by lockers and trophy cases. I hoped the pounding in my ears was only my heartbeat and not someone chasing me. I was too scared to look behind me. The bleach bottle slapped my hip. I slipped it off the loop and put my finger on the trigger. It wasn't much, but it was something.
The high school sat next to the library, which was perpendicular to the police station across the road. I kept that foremost in my mind as I banged through the doors and sucked in the warm, humid air. Focused on the police station, I didn't see the man right in front of me until I smacked into him. I stumbled back a couple of steps and aimed the bleach bottle. The man closed the gap and smacked the bottle out of my injured hand. I screamed. Maybe by some miracle, someone at the station would hear me. The man grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me.
"What the hell, Sarah?"
I blinked my eyes. "Pellner?" It was Scott Pellner, a police officer with the Ellington PD. After a tiny second of hesitation, my knees went liquid. I threw my arms around Pellner to keep myself upright or just to have some human contact. The most I'd had with anyone since CJ left. Pellner was solid, a few inches taller than me, and a happily married man with five kids. I dropped my arms, embarrassed. He led me over to a bench and sat next to me.
I stuttered out my story. Pellner talked into his shoulder mike and asked for an ambulance. Why? Then I realized he wanted the ambulance for me, and protested.
"I'm fine. I just want to go home," I said. Wailed. It was more of a wail than a statement. I tried to steady my voice, because if I went all hysterical female, he'd never let me go home.
"Stay here. I'm going to check out the gym."
I watched his back as he slipped through the door. No moon shone down, but the stars twinkled in the heat. No way I was going to sit out here alone, even though I knew other officers would arrive in minutes. So I followed Pellner and stopped just inside the gym doorway, the lights now on, looking at the carnage. Most of the sports equipment I'd worked so hard to organize lay haphazardly across the floor.
I gasped, and Pellner turned.
"I should have known you wouldn't stay put. What do you think went on in here?"
"Someone couldn't wait until eight-thirty for the start of the swap?"
Pellner's dimples deepened. On another man, they might have softened the hard angles of his face, but on Pellner, they only made him look menacing.
"Not funny?" I asked him.
"You being attacked isn't funny." He paused and looked around. "Can you tell if anything's been taken?"
I shrugged. Ouch. No shrugging. No moving at all would be even better. "It's not like I inventoried everything. It's a swap. People drop their old stuff off. Other people will come pick it up." I glanced up at the clock by the electronic scoreboard. Midnight. "I have eight and a half hours to get this place back in order."
Pellner was already shaking his head. "Someone maybe. Not you. You're going to the hospital."
Two more officers ran in. I recognized them but didn't really know them. They were followed by two EMTs.
"I'm fine." Every part of me seemed to ache, but I had work to do. I took a better look at the tables against the wall where the silent auction was set up. Pellner caught my frown.
"What?" he asked.
I walked over to the other side of the gym. The cops and EMTs trailing behind. "Someone took a lot of the silent auction items."
"Must be what went on here tonight. No one expected you to be here and came to steal this stuff. Who knows about the swap?"
"Almost everyone in the three surrounding counties. We've been advertising the heck out of this event." I turned to Pellner. "How did you happen to be here?"
"I saw your Suburban parked in the lot and thought I'd check on you."
There had been a time when I didn't trust Pellner, but I did now. He didn't look away under my scrutiny. "My car is in the side lot. You can't see it from the station."
Pellner pursed his lips. "I always drive through the parking lots on my way back to the station to make sure no one's lurking around the school. Do you have a problem with that?"
I shook my head.
"Okay, then. You are going with the EMTs to the hospital. You can do it the easy way and walk with them, or I can cuff you and chain you inside the ambulance."
I frowned at Pellner. "Since you put it that way, I'll go with them. But what about the stuff that was stolen?"
"You can give me a list of what was stolen later. Let's make sure you're okay first."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Enjoyed the mystery, especially the ending
Sarah Winston is busy organizing a swap meet in the high school gym when the lights suddenly go out and she’s badly beaten before the intruder steals some valuable antique and autographed sports items. The next day, nearing the end of the event, Sarah finds the School Superintendent murdered in the storage room with a vintage ski pole through her chest. Does the theft of the auction items and sports equipment from the Swap Meet have anything to do with the murder? When someone is arrested and protests that he is being framed, he asks Sarah for help, she can't turn him down. Sarah is sure that finding the stolen sports items will lead them all to the killer, but will the killer find her first? All the characters from previous books that I have come to love make appearances in this one. We see much more of Mike ‘the Big Cheese’ Titone in this one, as well as Seth, the handsome D.A., CJ, her ex-husband, the DiNapoli's, who have Sarah sneaking around checking out Lasagna from their competitors, Stella and others. The plot is well planned, action packed and the pacing is swift. There is a lot of humour in this one that is unexpected and had me laughing as I read about Sarah's various activities. As the action builds, many law enforcement personnel get involved as well as some "Mob" connections, until the final scene where Sarah has it all figured out and is used as bait. Another great cozy mystery that I can't recommend enough.
The title is a riff on one of my favorite 'scary' books as a teen. The school athletic swap seems right up Sarah's alley, but when she is attacked and the superintendent is found dead, the story takes a turn. The story takes off, I really liked the twists, turns and food!! This is an enjoyable series and I look forward to more.
I KNOW WHAT YOU BID LAST SUMMER is another enjoyable installment in the Sarah Winston series. A lot of the same town characters are back, and Sarah once again finds herself in danger while tending to her garage sale business. A fun read for both those familiar with the series and for readers looking for a new heroine to root for. Disclosure: I received a free copy of this book.
I have really enjoyed this series and was very excited to see this new adventure being offered recently. Sarah is busy setting up a sale for the local school when she is attacked and a local school board member is murdered, in her presence. Sarah has no idea who could have done it but is left with a certain scent of cologne lingering in the collection of clues she starts to amass to solve this who-done-it case. As always, the yard sales are inventive and fun, with helpful hints, and the characters on par with people I'd like to know. This book gives us more of a glimpse into neighbor, Ryne and makes us miss CJ, along side our protagonist Sarah. And alas, you don't want to miss the local lasagna cook-off interwoven between the story - sure to make you laugh!
This series has quickly become a favorite. Sarah Winston is an easy to relate to character that starts a unique yard/garage sale business after the divorce from her husband, CJ. Sarah agrees to run the school athletic equipment swap but is not only attacked while working late but also finds the body of the school's superintendent. These two issues feel linked together in Sarah's mind and she doesn't think the police are following the right clues, so she decided to do it herself, often getting in the way of the police. Sarah has a wonderful mix of friends and often puts herself in unusual situations to help them, including agreeing to test lasagna. It's a tough job, but she'll do almost anything for her friends/family. I am hopeful that Sarah is also moving in the right direction with her love life which has been in flux for a long time.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Happy Dance! I am all caught up on this series! Sarah has taken on the schools athletic swap meet. Who knew arranging bats, balls, and hockey sticks could be such a huge undertaking and dangerous too. The night before the event Sarah is working late when she is attacked and several items, including the expensive silent auction items, are stolen. The following day is even worse when Sarah finds the school superintendent has been killed. The murder has to be someone involved at the school, maybe even someone on the school board. Can Sarah find the killer before the police? Maybe she can ask a few questions while organizing and running a garage sale for a wife of one of the board members. Or maybe she should just stay out of it . . . like that would ever happen Sarah Winston is a such a great character. She has become an expert at garage sales, thrift stores, swap meets, and online buy and sell sites. I wish I had half her knowledge and energy. She has also become quite adept at solving murder mysteries. People open up to her in a way they never open up to police. She also has no problem asking for help from Mike ‘the Big Cheese’ Titone, but she just may be pushing him a little too far. Her romantic life has had been in flux since this series started and I still have hope that she will end up with the man I have been rooted for. Solving the murder and the thefts has Sarah running all over the place and not thinking about the danger she is putting herself in. She is warned several times, but her independence makes her act without thinking the situation through. The author takes us on a journey as Sarah uncovers more secrets and lies. A couple of corkscrew twists really has my eyes glued to the pages. In addition to the main mystery, there is a subplot that had me almost rolling on the floor laughing. All I can say is lasagna! The lengths Sarah goes to for her friends was not only funny but heartwarming and made me very hungry. Guess what we had for supper the night after I finished this book. I love the way Sherry Harris writes. She describes everything in such a way that it is like watching a movie. Her characters feel like old friends, you want to get involved in their lives. She plots the story so well with perfect amounts of suspense and humor. She draws us in and holds our attention making it almost impossible to take a break from the story for food or sleep. Her worldbuilding is excellent. I have enjoyed this entire series and highly recommend them all.
Love it! Loved the little twist at the end!
Have you ever read a book and just known as soon as you were only a few pages in that you were going to love it? And that you'd have to look for everything else written by the author so that you could read them all asap? Well, this just happened to me with I Know What You Bid Last Summer by Sherry Harris. It's the 5th book in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Series, and it's a great cozy story that grabs the reader from the very first page, with the protagonist, Sarah Winston, being asked to go on a lasagna tasting mission by her friend Angelo (sign me up, too, please!!!), and then fast forward to the body that Sarah finds skewered with an antique ski pole at the swap meet she's setting up at the local high school. Before she can blink, similar antique ski poles are showing up all over the place in an effort to get Sarah to back off her unofficial investigation! Incredibly fast-paced, I whizzed through this fun cozy mystery, and now must go back and read the first 4 books! A+
Sarah is running a sport equipment exchange in a local school gym. The night before, as she is about to leave, someone attacks her. Despite the attack, the event goes off without a hitch – until Sarah finds the dead body of the school superintendent. What is going on? This is another fabulous, fast paced read in one of my favorite series. There are several different avenues that Sarah investigates along the way, and they all come together beautifully for the climax. Meanwhile, we get some development in several series threads and a very funny sub-plot. Sarah continues to grow as a character, and the rest of the cast, both new and returning, are fantastic. The writing makes me feel like I’ve visited Sarah’s corner of the world. NOTE: I received an ARC of this book.
I started reading this series less than a year ago, but it has quickly become one of my favorites! This fifth book in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mysteries might be the best yet. Although her friends Carol, Stella, and the DiNapolis are around, Sarah is more alone than she's been in earlier books, so she has plenty of time to ponder and investigate the mysteries happening in town. There are a few different mysteries in this story, and several solid suspects to go along with them. The book moves at a good pace, and kept me up until 3am because I couldn't stop reading it. I didn't solve the mysteries or guess the culprit(s) before all was revealed, which kept the suspense going until the very end. There was also a fun side story involving the DiNapolis and a lasagna contest that I really liked. Highly recommend this book and the entire series! I received a free advance copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Sarah Winston, professional garage sale Goddess, agrees to manage the local high school sports equipment swap sale, and ends up getting more than she bargained for. Sarah is attacked the night before the sale when someone steals some autographed professional sports memorabilia, but it’s one of the schotsol board members who pays the ultimate price when she turns up dead. As Sarah searches for the stolen items and tries to figure out why the school board member was murdered, she begins receiving threats that try to scare her off. This is a fast paced and fun read. The characters are well developed and the story keeps you guessing right up to the end. This is the fifth installment in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series, and I can see why it’s so popular. Can’t wait to catch up on the first four books in the series.
I love this series! In I Know What You Bid Last Summer, Sherry Harris once again presents us with a first-rate cozy mystery for any mystery lovers. A path of clues to this intricate plot is laid out throughout the novel as Sarah investigates, but you are a better arm-chair sleuth than I if those clues lead you latch on to the villain before Sarah figures it out. One of the many things that I love about this series is the way Ms. Harris creates Sarah’s world for us. These daily life vignettes pull me into the story as much as the excitement of the mystery. In any wonderful book, it is the characters that I love most and that is one of the places that Ms. Harris shines.. Sarah and her friends are people that I would love to know and in fact feel that I do know. I love that Sarah, and her live are dynamic, even if some of the changes are a little tough to take. I was so excited to get to read this one early! I received an advanced readers' copy of this book via NetGalley and I appreciate the opportunity to enjoy it early and share my delight with my friends and followers. I love it so much that I also order a personal copy!
Each time a new Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery releases, I wonder how amazing author, Sherry Harris, will top the previous book she wrote for the series. I’m never disappointed, and my hat’s off to Ms. Harris who consistently raises the bar for her readers’ entertainment. Sarah Winston is busy organizing a swap meet in the high school gym when the lights suddenly go out and she’s badly beaten before the intruder steals some valuable antique and autographed sports items. A school official is later found murdered nearby with a vintage sports item used as the weapon leaving the police and district attorney’s office working overtime to find clues and suspects before anyone else is harmed. Favorite characters from previous books make appearances such as Mike ‘the Big Cheese’ Titone, Seth, the handsome D.A., and Stella, Sarah’s landlord and friend. The story’s pacing is swift, and frequent humor adds to the reading fun. Ms. Harris always inserts nifty plot scenes into her stories that are totally unexpected and one of the many reasons I enjoy her books so much. Sarah feels like finding the stolen sports items will lead them all to the killer. Building up to an awesome climactic ending; the police include Sarah in a sting operation set up that can only be called, “I Know What You Bid Last Summer.” I highly recommend this action-packed Cozy Mystery! Garage Sale Tips included. I voluntarily read and reviewed an ARC provided by the author.
I Know What You Bid Last Summer was my first Garage Sale Mystery, but it certainly won’t be my last! Author Sherry Harris has the amazing ability to make main character Sarah Winston’s life come alive on the pages. Sarah is organizing an equipment swap for a local school when the lights suddenly go out, Sarah is assaulted and autographed sports memorabilia and several antique items are stolen. One of the stolen items is then used to murder the school superintendent. Sarah’s sleuthing soon uncovers more secrets and lies than anticipated and keeps the reader guessing until the very end! If you are a fan of cozy mysteries, I recommend this book and the entire fun and engaging series. You won’t be disappointed.
I Know What You Bid Last Summer (Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery #5) by Sherry Harris is a fun, fast paced story you won't want to put down. Sarah Winston loves a bargain and browsing garage sales is a fantastic way to do it. Not only is Sarah a champ at getting bargains, she has the right skills for setting up her own sales and for solving mysteries. Working on a swap meet for the school, Sarah is knee deep in sports equipment, but when she stumbles upon a dead body, all bets are off. Sarah suspects the murderer may be a member of the school board, so she studies the clues she finds and soon she is putting the pieces together. This is a really fun series that I look forward to. I can't wait for the next one! I voluntarily read an ARC of this book provided by the publisher and NetGalley.