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>>> A small crowd had already gathered at the tavern when Haley eased her 1929 DeSoto to the curb. The cream-and-red, square-bodied, flat-roofed sedan had lost its gleam over the past couple of years, but Haley was one of the few women who owned their own vehicle, and she was proud of it. Together with the double chrome fender, large round headlights, and cream-colored wheels with exposed spokes and inflatable tires, Haley thought the car quite handsome. She’d inherited a sum of money when her parents died, her father having been a savvy investor in his time, and she’d learned a thing or two from him. She had invested well and had had the foresight and instinct to get out of the stock market just before it crashed.

The press, with the help of their contacts in the police department, quickly got wind of each new crime, and this one was no different. Men in linen suits and straw hats huddled together with either a notebook or camera in their hands. Haley had to admire their tenacity to wait it out in the stark heat of the sun. She noted a lone female presence among them, pushing her way to the front. <<<