When Sarah Winston turns Ellington, Massachusetts, into New England’s largest garage sale for a day, it’s the small town’s biggest event since the start of the Revolutionary War—but without the bloodshed. That is, until a valuable painting goes missing…and the lifeless body of an Air Force officer is found in Carol Carson’s painting studio, his face perfectly framed with the murder weapon—a metal picture frame.
IS ANOTHER MAN’S CLOVERSarah is mad as heck that someone used her town-wide garage sale to commit a crime—and frame her good friend Carol. She is definitely on this case…but it’s not easy rummaging through increasingly strange clues that point to cheating spouses, downright dirty investment schemes—even the mob. And Sarah will have to be very careful if she wants to live to bargain another day…
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The Longest Yard Sale
By Sherry Harris
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My personal D-day had arrived. While I wasn't going to storm the beaches of Normandy, hopefully by day's end the invasion I'd planned would also be a huge success. I tucked a map, marked with strategic locations and weak points, under my arm. I grabbed the ridiculous earpiece and lapel mike the town manager deemed essential for our communications. In a few hours, I'd launch New England's Largest Yard Sale.
In April when my landlady, Stella Wild, mentioned that her Aunt Nancy wanted to attract more tourists to Ellington, Massachusetts, my adopted hometown, I'd casually suggested throwing New England's Largest Yard Sale. I didn't realize that offhanded comment would result in me being hired, at a hefty fee, to run the event. But here I was, up early on a Saturday morning, energy thrumming through my body like the beat of a rap song.
For the past five months, I'd planned, promoted, and argued with the enemy. Okay, enemy might be a bit strong; naysayers would be more appropriate. The main naysayer was my ex-husband, CJ Hooker, police chief of Ellington, and therefore along with him the entire police department. They'd voiced concerns about traffic, crowd control, and riffraff coming to town. But Nancy Elder envisioned publicity, money in the town coffers, and maybe a political career beyond town manager. She'd beaten the police department into submission. That was before we unleashed the full glory of our plan.
Not only would there be the main event on the town common across from my apartment; we'd cajoled and coerced over 50 percent of the population into having their own yard sales at their homes on the same day. Churches and community organizations jumped on the bandwagon, adding their own events, car washes, book fairs, and bake sales. I'd been writing a column about organizing yard sales in the local paper. It had been picked up by a few other papers around New England. Nancy had been interviewed by the Boston Globe, the Boston television stations, and the Nashua, New Hampshire, and Lowell, Massachusetts, newspapers. She was very pleased. This would be the biggest event in Ellington since the start of the Revolutionary War, and would hopefully go off without any bloodshed.
After scooping up a jacket and my purse, I closed the door to my apartment, one of four in an old colonial home, with a quiet click. The apartment next to mine sat empty.
I crossed the foyer to the steps, trying not to wake Stella or the Callahans, who lived below me, as I left. I crept down the staircase but stopped halfway. A man stood with his hand on the knob of Stella's door. He was thin and tall, with one of those two-days growth of beard that under other circumstances might look sexy.
Scenarios zipped through my mind as I scrambled to figure out what I should do. Scream? Run? Attack? Between fight and flight was the rarely talked-about freeze, those few seconds of hesitation in which I was currently trapped. The man turned just as I opened my mouth to scream. I quickly swallowed the scream.
"Bubbles?" I asked in astonishment as I trotted down the last few stairs. Thoughts of being quiet evaporated with the shock of seeing David "Bubbles" Jackson standing outside Stella's door. CJ and I had been stationed with Bubbles years ago. I hadn't seen him in a long time.
Stella's door jerked open. Stella looked from Bubbles to me and didn't look surprised to see either of us. Which surprised me. Stella wore a slinky, silk robe of the palest green. It set off her olive, Mediterranean skin and deep green eyes. Her hair was messy and her skin a bit flushed.
It took me only a couple of seconds longer to put two and two together, or in this case one and one. "You know Bubbles?" I asked Stella.
"Bubbles?" Stella widened her eyes.
I gestured up and down at Bubbles as much as I could despite having the map tucked under my arm and carrying my purse and jacket.
"It's my call sign," Bubbles said. He had deep brown eyes that always showed his emotions and dark lashes that framed them. Right now they sparkled with fun and satisfaction.
Stella looked mystified.
"It's a nickname," Bubbles said. "From the air force."
I snorted. "That's a bit of an understatement." I looked at Stella. "It has something to do with an incident in a swimming pool and a bit of gas."
Stella glanced between us as if trying to decide if this was a joke.
"I know. It's a bit gross," I said. "CJ's call sign is Hooker; his last name sufficed as a joke." Until CJ had retired last year, he'd served for twenty years in the air force with the security forces.
Bubbles grinned. "Sarah, why are you lurking around on the steps?"
"I live upstairs. Stella's my landlady."
"When Stella told me she had a pain-in-the-neck tenant upstairs, I never dreamed it would be you. Small world, huh?"
Stella opened her mouth to protest. Bubbles winked at her as he hugged me, enveloping me in his arms for a brief second. Then he held me away from him. "You look great."
I had to agree. I looked pretty darn cute this morning in my favorite jeans tucked into boots I'd probably later regret wearing and a long-sleeved, sky-blue V-necked T-shirt. Even my blondish hair cooperated, swinging sleekly just below my shoulders. I'd managed not to stick the mascara wand in my eye, quite an accomplishment at six AM, or really, any time of day for me.
"You're looking good yourself," I said. "But what are you doing here?"
"Leaving," he said.
"I don't mean here in the foyer. That seems pretty obvious. I mean in Ellington," I said.
"I got stationed at Fitch a few months ago." Fitch was the air force base bordered by Ellington, Bedford, Concord, Lexington, and Lincoln. CJ and I had lived there for two years. Last December he'd been getting ready to retire and take over as Ellington's chief of police when a young enlisted troop member falsely accused him of having an affair with her. The accusation led to CJ retiring quickly—and to our divorce.
"We met at karaoke. At Gillganins," Stella said before I could ask, not that I would have in front of Bubbles.
Gillganins was an Irish pub close to the base. Not only was Stella my landlady, but we were both in our late thirties and about five-six, and we were becoming friends.
"I've got to run." I held up my map, purse, and jacket. The earpiece and mike dangled from my fingers. At least we didn't wake up the Callahans, who lived across the hall from Stella. They must have taken their hearing aids out.
Bubbles brushed a kiss across my cheek, laid one on Stella, and walked out with me.
* * *
Bubbles and I parted ways on the wide porch. He climbed in a dirty, old beater of a pickup truck and left with a wave. I took a moment to look over the town common's wide expanse of lawn. It was broken by a long sidewalk that meandered the city block from the Congregational church on one end of the common to Great Road on the other. The town common was a hub of activity for Ellington—the apple festival in September, an ice rink in the winter, and my favorite event in the spring, Prom Stroll, when most of the townspeople lined the sidewalk as each couple attending prom was announced and paraded their sparkling dresses and sleek tuxes as photos were snapped and people applauded.
For the moment all was still as the sky lightened. The sun would rise in about fifteen minutes. I breathed in the crisp fall air, tinged with the scent of fallen leaves. As I trotted down the porch stairs and crossed the narrow street, Nancy's shrill voice called out.
"Sarah Winston, where have you been?"
I glanced at my watch. It was six thirty-one. Yeesh, we'd agreed to meet at six-thirty, but that was Nancy for you. She had the precision of a drill sergeant, only she was more demanding. She marched across the town common toward me as I picked up my pace to match hers. The Congregational church, four stories of white wood plus a steeple, loomed behind her. It always spooked me a little at night, with its wavy, glass windows staring blankly out, but in the early-morning light it glowed. Nancy's brown hair bobbed around her ears as she came toward me.
"Why isn't your earpiece on?" she asked when we met near the church steps.
I sucked in a sigh and smiled. None of the vendors had shown up yet. The event started at nine. I put everything down on a table Nancy had set up near the entrance to the towering church. I slipped on my jacket and slung the long strap of my purse across my body so I wouldn't have to hold it. Nancy clipped the lapel mike to my jacket. I dutifully adjusted the earpiece as I wondered again where she'd procured equipment that seemed worthy of the Secret Service.
"Nice equipment," I said.
Nancy nodded. "Let's do a sound test." She walked a few feet away. "Testing, testing," blasted into my ear. I hoped this thing had a volume control. I answered with a "testing" of my own.
"It works," she said. "Testing done." Once she returned to my side, she handed me a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee from the table. The broad entrance of the church would serve as a stage for various musical and dance groups that were scheduled to perform during the day. We spread out the town map and the diagram I'd drawn showing each vendor's space on the common.
"Thanks for the coffee," I said.
"Walk me through the events again," Nancy demanded.
I winced at her tone and reminded myself that Nancy—well, the town—paid me a lot of money to run this event. I'd just have to bite my tongue for another twelve hours. At this rate, I'd have one very sore and swollen tongue by the end of the day.
Even though Nancy must surely know all this by heart, I led her around the common, pointing out where different booths would sit. I pointed out the kiddie area, where there'd be apple bobbing, face painting, and storytelling, among other things. I walked her through the schedule.
"Do you think we can pull this off?" she asked.
I almost dropped my cup of coffee. Nancy rarely showed a vulnerable side. She was one of those women whose look was always polished. None of her clothes were ever wrinkled, torn, or stained. Even at an event like this, she had on a red power suit and pumps. At least she'd be easy to spot in the crowd, even though she was half a head shorter than me.
It was a little late to be questioning our plans now. "It's going to be a huge success," I said. I hoped I was right.
"And the weather?"
It wasn't like I had any control over that. "A postcard-worthy autumn day in New England." Good thing I'd checked before I left the house.
"What about the noon flyby of the F-15s from Barnes?"
My jaw dropped. Flyby? Barnes was the air national guard unit in Westfield. Had I dropped the ball on something? My heart pounded harder than the feet of the Irish step-dancing troupe I'd watched practice for this event. I started flipping through notes on my phone, my hand shaking. "I'm sorry, Nancy, but I—"
"Gotcha. No flybys," she said with a smile before going over to refill her coffee.
"Ha," I called after her. "Very funny." I patted my chest, and my heart finally settled back into a more normal rhythm.
By seven, most of the vendors were jockeying for parking spots close to their booths. White canopy tents dotted the lawn. Early birds arrived and plucked items out of the backs of the vendors' trucks, trying to make a deal before the stuff hit the stands. I flew from vendor to vendor, helping where needed, exhilarated by the energy in the air. I texted Stella when I spotted a vendor with beautiful old sheet music, some with hand-colored covers that would be fabulous framed. I fired off a few more texts as I spotted things my friends collected—vintage tablecloths, cobalt glass, and silver spoons.
At nine o'clock, the town common was packed, and the surrounding streets were at a standstill. Nancy stood on the steps of the church, mike in hand, trying to get everyone's attention. No one stopped what they were doing, though a few did glance over when the mike squawked. Two seconds later, Nancy screeched through my earpiece.
"No one is paying attention to me," she said.
Big shock. This was a yard sale, and an enormous one at that. "I tried to explain to you that this isn't the kind of event where people will want to stop and listen to someone speak. They're afraid someone else will find a hidden treasure or make a better deal if they stop to listen." At least I'd convinced her not to do a ribbon cutting. What an argument that had been. "The newspaper and local-access TV people are here. Go ahead and give your speech. They'll record it, and no one will ever know you don't have a huge audience."
She gasped into my ear. "You're right."
The mike squawked again, and Nancy plunged into her speech. A few people applauded politely when she finished. Nancy beamed her megawatt, mega-white smile for the photographer. A rock band took over as soon as she'd finished speaking.
I roamed around, wishing I had time to barter for things for myself—a red purse, an antique chair, a chenille bedspread. Nothing pumped me up like making a deal. I consoled myself by remembering my apartment was small enough that I didn't have room for much else, anyway. I spotted a vendor with beautiful old prints and boxes of empty, antique frames.
"I hand-color the prints," the vendor told me.
"I'm going to let a friend of mine know about all these frames." I sent a text to my artist friend Carol Carson, who owned a store, Paint and Wine. It was located on Great Road at the end of the town common in a line of storefronts. A few months ago I'd introduced her to the joys of garage and tag sales, and now she was always on the hunt.
I spent the next few hours monitoring the vendors, helping lost tourists, reuniting kids with parents, and settling the occasional argument that broke out when two people wanted the same item. I saw lots of people I knew but never had time to stop and talk to them.
"You have to do something about the traffic." Nancy's voice boomed through my earpiece.
I don't know what she thought I could do. I turned and looked over my shoulder at Great Road. I'd done my best to ignore it up to this point. If I'd thought it was jammed at 7:30, what it looked like now would have done New York City proud. The good news was that lots of people milled about, visiting the shops and restaurants along Great Road.
Carol's shop looked packed with people, and my favorite restaurant, DiNapoli's Roast Beef and Pizza, had a line out the door. A faint whiff of roast beef drifted over to me, and my stomach growled in response. My earpiece crackled.
"Chief Hooker just called, and he's not happy. Great Road is slow on either end of Ellington, all the way from Bedford to Carlisle."
"We both knew there was a possibility this could happen." This probably wasn't the right time to remind her I'd suggested having people park at the high school and run buses back and forth between there and the town common. "It means the event is a big success. Didn't you authorize some overtime for traffic control?" I asked. I could hear horns honking as people became impatient with the wait on Great Road. I hoped I could avoid CJ for the next few days until he got over this.
"Yes, of course I did," she said. "With all this traffic, it really will be New England's Largest Yard Sale. I wasn't sure you could pull it off."
I couldn't believe Nancy had thought I'd fail. She'd hired me, after all. But it was her political career that was on the line if something went terribly wrong.
"I'll tell CJ to get his officers out there and keep the traffic moving," Nancy said.
She could tell CJ that until she was blue in the face, but the truth was Great Road was a main cut-through from the 95, which connected Maine to Miami, and to the 495, which circumvented Boston. (The locals always made fun of my California speak, which had me using the word the before 95 or any other road number I referenced.) It was going to take more than a few police officers to get the road going again. I turned my back to Great Road and looked up at the church steeple reaching toward the bright blue sky. The weather was perfect. The trees were changing, the meteorologists had gotten it right, and I couldn't ask for a better New England autumn day. I focused on all the positives.
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Sarah Winston divorced the Air Force when she divorced her hysband. She is still dealing with his infidelity and all the changes brought on by the divorce when his mistress is murdered, and he fall under suspicion. This all occurs in the backdrop of an art theft taking place during a town wide yard sale Sarah organized. There are plenty of entertaining twists and turns as well as a blockbuster truth about her marriage.
THE LONGEST YARD SALE is an enjoyable story. Quite a bit is going on in this book, including, of course, a murder. Like the first book, this one also has plenty of references to yard sales, military life, and the Boston area. Cozy mystery fans will find a lot to like about this series. Disclosure: I won a free copy of this book in a giveaway.
Sarah Winston has found a way to make a living on her own after her divorce, people hire her to do garage sales for them. She has gotten such a good reputation for doing them that she has been hired by the town to throw the biggest yard sale in New England. Once the sales are over Sarah is called over to her best friend Carol's business to walk in to find a man dead on the floor and a commissioned painting Carol was working on is missing. As far as the police are concerned, all clues point to Carol. Sarah must do what ever it takes to get Carol off the hook before it's too late. Once again I am overjoyed to feel like i am in my home state of Massachusetts with Sarah and her friends. Sherry Harris does a great job of bringing the New England spirit to all of the characters. I like the way Sarah, from California, notices the unique language used and the bond people who have been raised in New England have for their own.
Enjoyed the book and would read more
Sarah is hired by the town of Ellington, MA to coordinate New England's Largest Garage Sale for a day. Everything seems to have gone great, even though there was a huge traffic jam and a few minor grass fires. Until a large painting goes missing and a dead government employee is found dead with his face framed by the murder weapon, a picture frame. Sarah doesn't like the fact that someone used her town-wide garage sale to commit these crimes and feels that she must help her friend Carol out. I liked the entire mystery behind the missing painting, the murder, and the new characters that were introduced. The subtle hints and the red herrings given throughout the story. My only complaint is Sarah's relationship with her ex-husband (I admit I never understood the divorce in the first book) and her hiding her relationship with Seth. I think this subplot of her love life detracts from the otherwise great story.
Full of mystery, intrigue & drama!! It's excellent!
Many layers of mystery. Murder, fires, theft, and more. How does the Air Force fit in? Why the picture frame? What does her friend know that she isn't telling? An enjoyable mystery read.
I would love to go to the yard sale. This is a good cozy mystery. Lots of suspects, mystery, characters I like, a community that we get to know and a romantic triangle. Sarah Winston is a divorced woman who helps plan and organize garage sales. Her ex-husband thinks they should get back together. She is also dating the prosecutor in secret. Sarah planned to make Ellington, Massachusetts the longest yard sale for the day. It was her idea. The city even paid her to do it. The small town was crowded with people and traffic was backed up. During the sale someone was lighting small fires around town. Sarah's good friend Carol has a copy of the town's favorite painting that she just finished stolen that night. Carol had not signed it yet. She doesn't report it. The next day Carol finds a dead body in her art studio and runs across to Sarah place to show her. Sarah's ex husband C.J Hooker is the Chief of Police. He wants Sarah to stay out of it. He won't give her any results on what they find. Sarah knows that Carol is a good suspect and plans to find out others. The book talks a little about the military base and life, thrift stores, garage sales. The book keeps your attention and guessing what is going on. I can't decide who I want Sarah to be with. I can't wait till the next book. I was given this ebook to read by Net Galley and Kensington Publisher. In return I agreed to give a honest review of The Longest Yard Sale.
Community Yard Sale as Cover for Crime While garage sales and shopping in general aren’t normally a theme I pick when it comes to cozies, I did give Sherry Harris’s debut a try last year, and I loved it. In fact, I was anxious to read The Longest Yard Sale, the second in the series. Now that I’ve read it, I can say it is just as good as the first. For the last few months, Sarah Winston has been working hard organizing the Longest Yard Sale in New England to take place in and around Ellington, Massachusetts. The main focus is on the town green, where various dealers and charity organizations have set up booths, but other people in town are hosting sales at their home that day. Things are progressing wonderfully until a series of fires spring up outside of town, distracting the police. That night, Sarah’s friend Carol discovers that the copy of a famous local painting she’d been commissioned to paint is missing. That’s nothing compared to the next day when Carol returns to her shop on the town green to find the dead body of a stranger in her storeroom. With the police focusing on Carol, Sarah begins to dig to figure out what happened and figure out who used her event as cover for crime. What will she uncover? Before I go any further, I do want to issue a warning – this book spoils a minor plot point from the previous book. Since it involves Sarah’s personal life, there is no way around it, and there is still plenty of mystery to that first book. However, if you want to go into that book knowing nothing about what will happen, by all means read it first. That’s really not a hardship however, since both books in the series are great. The characters are such fun you want to spend time with them. Sarah is in her late 30’s, so she’s not a typical cozy heroine, but I appreciate that. Still, she’s trying to deal with some interesting dilemmas in her personal life that make her very relatable. We get to know Carol a little better in this book since she figures so much into the plot. But my favorite characters by far are the owners of Sarah’s favorite Italian restaurant. The suspects introduced in this book are just as real as the returning characters, and that helps you get caught up in the plot. The plot is strong, with plenty of things happening to keep you turning pages. There are also several sub-plots to keep your attention, and they tie into the story or theme for the book wonderfully. It really does all come together beautifully in the end. Sarah’s trying to decide between two men in this book, and I also liked how that progressed. In fact, I was actually cheering for something that happened at one point late in the book. But with how that sub-plot ended, I’m now anxious for the next book to see what happens next. Ellington is located next to the fictional Fitch Air Force Base, and once again that factors into the mystery. It’s one aspect that really sets the series apart from many cozies I read. Since Sherry Harris is an air force wife herself, I appreciate this picture of military life. This is a strong second mystery that will leave you wanting more. Don’t let The Longest Yard Sale sit for too long before you pick it up. NOTE: I was sent an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Fun cozy mystery! The Longest Yard Sale by Sherry Harris is the book two in her Sarah Winston Garage Sale mystery series. This cozy mystery is set in the charming town of Ellington, Massachusetts. Sarah Winston is a divorced, ex-military wife who has earned a great reputation for helping people to organize and hold their own profitable garage sales. As a result of her success she has been hired by the Town Council to organize and run New England's Largest Yard Sale in her hometown. The only person in town to disagree with the idea is her ex-husband CJ, current Chief of Police, who believes that the influx of attendees will cause nothing but problems for his staff. The hugely successful yard sale creates horrific traffic which provides the perfect opportunity for crime. Multiple fires, a murder in an art studio, and a missing painting taint the success of the town-wide yard sale. Sarah is anxious to clear the owner of the art studio, Carol, is on the case. Her involvement isn’t welcomed by her ex-husband the police chief or her current love interest, the county DA. While digging up clues on the murder, Sarah stumbles upon information about art fraud, embezzlement and theft from the Air Force base. Who would guess that there would be so much action and crime in a quaint, small New England town? The Longest Yard Sale’s plot is well paced, and the characters are well developed. It is easy to get a good sense of Sarah Winston through her interactions with the various townsfolk and her tips for buyers and sellers. I thoroughly enjoyed this cozy mystery, and I plan to read the first book in the series. If you’re a fan of cozy mysteries or “junking”, you’ll enjoy The Longest Yard Sale by Sherry Harris. It is a great find!
I just finished The Longest Yard Sale by Sherry Harris. It is the second book in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series. Sarah Winston is up early for New England’s Largest Yard Sale. She suggested the idea and Nancy Elder, the town manager, ran with it. Sarah was in charge of organizing the event. The police department (run by her ex-husband, C.J. Hooker) was against the idea but Nancy slowly overcame their objections. Things are going well until Sarah hears sirens. Someone has set four fires in various parts of the town. The next morning Sarah is awakened by her friend, Carol Carson. Carol drags Sarah over to her shop Paint and Wine to find Terry McQueen dead in the shop! A painting that Carol was working on is also missing. It was a replica of the painting Battled (a picture of the Revolutionary War done by ware hero Patrick West and hangs in the town library). Carol and Sarah do not know who he is but find out thanks to a little eavesdropping. C.J. is on the case and Sarah hopes to wheedle some information out of him (C.J. seems to have developed a resistance to Sarah’s charms). Sarah sets out to prove Carol is innocent of the crime (people will not go into her shop). The next morning Sarah hears that Battled has been stolen from the library and copy is in its place (guess who painted the copy). Sarah really has to get to work to prove Carol is innocent and did not know that her painting would be used for nefarious means. Terry (the dead guy) had started a new investment business with David “Bubbles” Jackson. Sarah and C.J. know David from the Air Force. David is getting ready to retire and needed a business venture (he has a lot of clients from the military). David is also seeing Sarah’s landlady, Stella (who is a singer and gives lessons). You can always tell when Stella is in a good mood at night because she bursts out in song. Sarah is hoping David can provide some insight on Terry that will help her solve the case. Turns out that Terry was receiving threatening notes before his death and now David is getting similar threats. How did someone get on the base to leave the notes? Who is behind Terry’s death? I enjoyed reading The Longest Yard Sale. I liked the characters, the town, and the information about garage sales (as well as fixing up items). The mystery was interesting, but not too complex (and was not easily solved). I did not understand Sarah’s relationship with her ex-husband or with new beau, Seth. She divorced her husband based on allegations (there had to be more to it) and now she is seeing Seth. But she will not let herself enjoy her time with Seth. Is she still in love with her ex-husband or is it comfortable/familiar? I think this storyline needs to be wrapped up quickly. I give The Longest Yard Sale 4.5 out of 5 stars. I received a complimentary copy of The Longest Yard Sale from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. The review and opinions expressed are my own.
I have long been a fan of garage sales, it seems that I'm not alone. After reading The Longest Yard Sale, I know I am not alone. Sherry Harris may just be the queen of garage sales cozies. Sarah Winston keeps the sale going, despite several unforeseen problems. Including, but not the only cause are, her ex-husband, a new love interest, a best friend opening an art studio and we can't forget the body discovered there. I have always wanted to go to the longest yard sale, held in August most years. It goes from Michigan to Alabama and covers about 690 miles! Reading Sherry's book and description of their garage sale, which only occurred in their town, was almost as much fun as attending. FTC Full Disclosure - A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.
Good characters, interesting scenarios. A good read.