Now You See It by Jane Tesh

bracelet.”
    â€œShe helped organize a yard sale here. Who would know about that?”
    â€œI helped set it up.”
    â€œDo you remember if she had it on during the sale?”
    He thought a moment. “I honestly don’t recall. She helped me put lots of things on tables, and when it was over, we put lots of things back into boxes. I couldn’t tell you if she had on a bracelet or earrings or any sort of jewelry. We were so busy.”
    â€œWas Mrs. Olaf working with anyone in particular?”
    â€œShe did what she always does, run around doing everything. She was all over the place.”
    â€œCould you show me where you had your sale?”
    He took us outside to a large lawn near the church playground. Ice crunched under our feet. The man shivered in the sudden cold breeze. “What a day for a funeral. Even the weather is mourning.”
    It had rained the day of Lindsey’s funeral and rained every day afterward for a week. Sometimes I felt it would always be raining. Camden and I checked the frozen grass and along the pathway. “Do you have the leftover stuff stored somewhere?”
    â€œWe gave it all to Goodwill.”
    Another dead end. I thanked the man and we started to go when a young girl came up to us, gave the man a nod, and spoke to Camden.
    â€œYour name’s Camden, isn’t it? Could I ask you something?”
    â€œOf course,” he said.
    Here it comes, I thought. Is my loved one in heaven? Will I ever see her again? Is there any way to communicate with her and say everything I wish I had said? How many times had I wanted to ask Camden those same things?
    Camden readied himself for her question.
    â€œKimberly’s favorite song was ‘Be Thou My Vision.’ Do you know it?”
    I could see he was taken aback, but he smiled. “Yes. It’s one of my favorites, too.”
    â€œWe’re planning a special memorial service for her next week here at the church. I know this is sudden, and you probably have lots of other obligations, but if you’re free, would you come sing it? I visited your church last month with our youth group, and you sang ‘His Eye Is On the Sparrow.’ It was so beautiful. Maybe you could sing that, too?” She started to cry.
    The man put his arm around her, and Camden patted her hand. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll be glad to, but as you can probably tell, I’m having a little problem with my voice. I promise if I can get it back, I’ll come sing whatever you think Kimberly would’ve liked.”
    I wrote Camden’s cell phone number on one of my business cards and handed it to the young woman. “You can reach him through my number, too.”
    She brushed the tears off her cheeks. “Thanks. Kimberly was my best friend, but I couldn’t go to the cemetery, I just couldn’t.”
    You wouldn’t believe how well I understand that, I wanted to say.
    â€œYou don’t have to, dear,” the man said. “It’s best to remember Kimberly in happier times. Are either of your parents here?”
    â€œThey’re waiting for me in the car. I told them I wanted to come in the church for a minute, and then I saw Camden. It’s kind of neat how that worked out.”
    She thanked Camden again, and he told her to keep in touch. The man wished us luck on our search for Sandy’s bracelet.
    â€œâ€˜Kind of neat how that worked out,’” I said as we walked back to the car. “I’ll say. That’s two affirmations of your singing ability within the space of one hour and not one mention of your spooky power. What more do you want?”
    â€œThis singing ability is no good if it doesn’t clear up.”
    â€œWell, now it has to, doesn’t it?” My cell phone rang.
    â€œRandall, it’s Rahnee. I’ve got that list for you.”
    â€œI’ll be right there.”
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    The Magic Club was deserted, the