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came from your purse. I can't rule out the possibility of someone gaining a copy of your keys prior to that, but I think it's more likely the thief got them from you somehow. Do you recall anyone bumping into you?"
    "No, definitely not."
    "You're sure about that?"
    "Positive. It was pretty quiet that day. I just bought a coffee and sat down with Penelope."
    "The same Penelope's whom you told about me?" I asked. When Juliet confirmed, I asked, "Where did you sit?"
    "The red table by the window."
    "Which way were you facing?"
    "Towards my car. Why?"
    "I'm trying to get a picture of that event."
    "Oh, okay."
    "Your friend spilled coffee? What happened then?"
    "Okay, so I'd only been sitting with her a few minutes when the coffee got spilled..."
    "How did that happen?"
    "Penelope went to reach for something in her purse, I think, and she knocked the table or something. My cup just fell over. Anyway, it spilled across my skirt so I had to go clean up in the bathroom."
    "What happened when you came back?"
    "Penelope cleaned the table with some napkins and was waiting for me."
    "Where was your purse? Did you take it to the bathroom?"
    "Oh, no. No, I didn't! I left it at the table because I took Penelope's wipes... My keys were in my purse."
    "Where did the napkins come from?"
    "I don't know. I guess Penelope got them from the counter. Is any of this useful information?"
    "It tells me your bag might have been on its own for a short time and anyone could have accessed it."
    "But my keys were in there when we left. Even if someone took them, how did they get them back in my purse?"
    "That's a good question. I'd like to talk to your friend. Do you have her full name and number?"
    "Sure, it's Penelope Cera," she said, reading off the phone number while I made a note of it. "She works with me so I could tell her you'll call."
    "How come you met at the coffee shop after work if you work together?" I asked.
    "Penelope is part-time and worked shorter hours that day; and she has today off. I know she'll help you however she can."
    "Juliet, what does Penelope think of the stalking? You've discussed it with her?"
    Juliet was quiet for a moment and when she started talking again, I could hear the reticence in her voice. She wanted her friend to believe her, but knew that she didn't. Disappointment laced her words. "Penelope is being really supportive, but she thinks it's just a bunch of weird coincidences and I should chill out."
    "Does that upset you?"
    "I don't know. I kind of get her point. From her perspective, I can see why she doesn't think it's anything to worry about. It's all silly, little stuff. There's no reason for her to believe me. She even said I must have not remembered where I parked my car."
    "I believe you," I told her, "and that's why we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll call you later if I need any more information."
    "Thank you."
    From the coffee shop, I drove straight to Lily's bar, parked, and entered via the rear entrance. Lily wasn't in her office so I walked through to the main bar where Lily was sitting behind the bar, polishing glasses. She might not have been a detective, but she was plenty smart, and I needed to bounce ideas off someone. "Did you solve it?" she asked, looking up. "It must be twenty-four hours already."
    "So close," I told her, holding my thumb and forefinger high. "Hey, if I told you I was being stalked, would you believe me?"
    "Absolutely."
    "Why?"
    "It's happened to you so many times. It would be rude not to."
    I laughed. "Seriously though. Before I became a PI, would you have believed me?"
    "Sure. Are you going to ask why again?"
    I nodded. Lily set a glass down and picked up another. "That's what friends do. Why the questions?"
    "My client's friend doesn't seem to support her."
    "That what she said?"
    "No, that's what my client said."
    "Maybe her friend doesn't want to worry her even more by agreeing it's true."
    "I thought that. She doesn't think her fiancé believes her either, but he