I opened my purse and took out the mysterious green-stoned earring. “Does this belong to anyone?”
Patricia gasped. “Oh, thank goodness! I’ve been looking for that everywhere!”
Suddenly, every suspicious detail made perfect sense.
“You look so relieved!”
Patricia tilted her head.
“Goodness, dear. You look so relieved! What did you think we were doing? Running some secret criminal organization?”
I glanced at Wesley. He raised an eyebrow.
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The women looked between us. Then Patricia’s eyes widened.
“Oh, honey. You didn’t think—”
“What did you think?”
She burst out laughing.
I covered my face. Apparently, my detective career had ended before it even began.
Wesley asked the women to give us a few minutes alone.
Once they’d stepped outside, he helped me into a chair and sat beside me.
“You know, I never really understood your obsession with clothes. I always thought you had too many dresses and shoes.”
