I’m Angelo DiNapoli and I’m the chef and owner of DiNapoli’s Roast Beef and Pizza in Ellington, Massachusetts. And I have to tell you, I’m a little worried. Not about my restaurant or my cooking those are both five star as usual. Trust me, I’m the original celebrity chef, only no one realized I should have my own TV show. I’m uneasy about my friend Sarah Winston. And it’s not just a gut feeling, Angelo means Messenger of God, so I take my orders directly from above. (Although I let my lovely wife and partner here at the restaurant, Rosalie, think I take orders from her. I’m no dummy no matter what people say.)

Rosalie and I got to know Sarah a few years ago when she and her now ex-husband were stationed at Fitch Air Force Base. After they split Sarah moved to an apartment on the town common not too far from our restaurant. Actually, I can look out our front window and see her place. She comes in all the time and often joins us for our family meal at the end of the day. The woman can’t cook, which I usually view as a character flaw, but not when it comes to Sarah. She’s busy running her garage sale business and seems to have a knack for stumbling over dead bodies.

Anyways, she’s been dragging in lately, distracted. Shoulders slumped and not that bright smile that usually lights up her face. Sarah confessed to me the other day that she had a secret, something she couldn’t tell anyone, something that’s eating at her so much she didn’t even enjoy the big plate of pasta I put in front of her. That means something is seriously wrong because everyone loves my food.

Trying to cheer her up, I told Sarah about the time my mother smuggled in fresh figs from Italy. She had them stuffed in the sleeves, pockets, and lining of her coat. Ninety degrees out and she refuses to take off the coat until we’re safely out of the airport. I asked my mother why she did it and she tells me it so I can taste my uncle’s figs. The best figs on the planet. Sarah looked at me a little funny when I finished. So I told her, “Sometimes you have to keep a secret for a good reason.”

That brought a little smile to her face, but what I didn’t tell, what still worries me, is secrets can also destroy people. I hope that doesn’t happen to Sarah.


Absence of Alice is the ninth book in the “Sarah Winston Garage Sale” cozy mystery series, coming December 29, 2020.

Sarah’s latest client, Alice Krandle, is sure she has a fortune in antiques on her hands. She’s already gotten a generous offer for the whole lot before her garage sale has even begun, but she thinks she can earn more with Sarah’s expert help. The problem is that while Sarah’s sorting through items from decades past, her landlady, Stella, faces a clear and present danger.

Stella’s kidnapper has contacted Sarah with a set of instructions, and “Don’t call the police” is at the top of the list. But they didn’t say anything about Sarah’s friend Harriet—who happens to be a former FBI hostage negotiator . . .

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About the author
Sherry Harris is the Agatha Award nominated author of the Sarah Winston Garage Sale mystery series and the Chloe Jackson, Sea Glass Saloon mystery series set in the panhandle of Florida. She is the past president of Sisters in Crime and a member of Mystery Writers of America. Sherry loves books, beaches, bars, and Westies — not necessarily in that order. In her spare time Sherry loves reading and is a patent holding inventor. Sherry, her husband, and guard dog Lily are living in northern Virginia until they figure out where they want to move to next.

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