Mary surreptitiously slid the heavy vase from her handbag and pretended to examine it carefully before placing it on the table behind the cassette tapes. She suppressed a nervous smile. With any luck, someone else would buy the vase – after all, it was a nice one her Auntie Sheila had bought them as a wedding present. By the time she returned home to ‘discover’ Frank’s battered body, the murder weapon could be sitting innocently on someone else’s mantlepiece. Beside her, a woman leant over the table and picked the vase up, turning it over in her hands. Mary walked away.
I shall never look at a boot sale table the same way again! 😉