About the Author
Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.
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Chapter One: A Bad Feeling CHAPTER ONE A Bad Feeling
“SERIOUSLY, GEORGE?” I ASKED, SETTING my fork down with a clang. “Another photo?”
“That one didn’t capture just how smooth these mashed potatoes are!” George said as she snapped yet another picture with the camera on her phone.
I sighed as she scowled at her latest effort before lifting the phone again. I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat, but George is one of my best friends, and I know her quirks well. When George is focused on something, she gets in a zone, becoming oblivious to anything other than her current obsession. I was just going to have to wait until she got a photo she was satisfied with.
Next to me, Bess, my other best friend and George’s cousin, gave me a sympathetic smile. She knows how George gets too.
Finally George looked up at us. “All right. Photographed, filtered, and shared.” She held up the photo she’d posted. I couldn’t argue with the results. The image was flawless and the food looked delicious. “Sorry that took so long,” George said through a mouthful of potato. “I wanted to do the food justice. When Hannah gets back, I’ll show her how many likes it got. I keep telling her if she set up an Instagram account for her food, she’d get a huge following. She’d be a star!”
My frown softened. “That’s actually really nice of you.”
Hannah Gruen’s our housekeeper. She’s been taking care of me and my dad since my mom died when I was three. She was supposed to stay with me while Dad was away at a lawyer’s conference in Washington, DC, but her sister broke her leg, so Hannah had had to hop on a last-minute flight to go and take care of her. When George and Bess found out, they were worried about me getting lonely, so they offered to come stay for a few days. The plan was to make it a real girls’ weekend.
Before she’d left, Hannah had whipped up some of our favorite foods: mashed potatoes for George, oven-fried chicken for Bess, and a tomato-and-mozzarella salad for me.
“So what exactly is this conference your dad’s at, Nancy?” Bess asked.
“It happens every year. Lawyers from all around the country get together and talk about updates to certain laws. There are panels and speeches and parti—”
George’s phone buzzed loudly against the table, cutting me off. Without thinking, she reached for it and tapped the screen.
I felt my stomach drop. The three of us had been so busy recently, we’d barely been able to spend any time together. George had been working overtime at the Coffee Cabin, saving up for a new laptop. Bess had started dating a new guy named Teddy. And I’d been wrapped up consulting with the River Heights PD on a case.
I’m a detective. Usually I help find items that have been stolen or track down saboteurs, but sometimes the police ask me to provide a second pair of eyes on matters that are stumping them. This last one had been a doozy involving a car theft ring, and I had put in a lot of hours.
That’s why I’d really been looking forward to the three of us spending time with one another and catching up, but if the last ten minutes had been anything to go by, George was going to be distracted by her phone the whole night.
Besides, we had a rule about this.
“No phones at the table, George!” I reminded her.
She pulled her hand back sheepishly. “I know. I’m sorry! I can’t help it. It buzzes and I reach for it.”
“You’re like one of Pavlov’s dogs, George!” Bess quipped.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked George, crossing her arms.
“Pavlov did an experiment where he rang a bell every time he fed a group of dogs. Soon, they’d drool whenever they heard a bell. That’s you when your phone buzzes.”
“Rude! But accurate,” she admitted much more quietly.
“Maybe I should lock your phone in my dad’s safe,” I suggested.
George’s eyes widened. “Well, if you lock up mine, you’ll need to lock up Bess’s, too! She’s been sneaking texts with Teddy under the table since we sat down.”
I turned to Bess, eyebrow raised. She was bright red and could barely meet my gaze. Bess hates breaking the rules and is the politest, kindest person I’ve ever met. Still, it was clear from her expression that George was telling the truth.
“I’m sorry!” she said. “Our relationship is just so new, I didn’t want him to think I was ghosting him.”
I have to admit, I was a little surprised. Not that a boy was interested in Bess—she’s one of those people who can smile at a guy, and he’s instantly smitten. Cashiers and waiters are pining for her all over town. And it’s understandable. She’s pretty, but more than that, I think they can sense her inherent kindness. No, what shocked me was how invested she seemed in this Teddy. Bess tends to keep her relationships pretty casual.
“What about you, Nancy?” George asked. “Are you telling me you haven’t played any Words with Friends with Ned since we’ve been over?”
“No!” I answered firmly, but I had to admit, the thought had crossed my mind. Ned’s my boyfriend, and we’ve been caught up in an epic Words with Friends battle for the past few months. He’s ahead of me, but only by one game. And when we’re in the middle of a close match, it can be hard to resist making a move, even if I’m tied up with something else. “To be fair,” I said, “he’s at his grandmother’s and he doesn’t have any service there.”
George laughed. “See? Staying connected is just a way of life now. We shouldn’t fight it.” George loves anything techie. She’s been coding since she was little, and she’s always the first to buy the latest gadget. I don’t have a problem with technology—it’s definitely helped me solve more than one case—but I don’t love it the way George does. And while I can momentarily get as caught up in social media as the next person, I like to take a break from it every once in a while.
“It’s just that I really wanted tonight to be about us,” I explained. “I’ve barely seen you two in ages. George, I’m sure you’ve had some memorable customers you want to vent about. And Bess, don’t pretend that you don’t want to tell us all about how great Teddy is.”
“I have been kind of bursting to tell you about him,” Bess admitted.
George leaned forward. “I don’t know if the planets have been aligned in some weird way—you know I’m not into astrology stuff—but this week was a killer at work.”
“But hearing about it isn’t the same if we’re all keeping one eye on our text messages or Instagram likes,” I explained. “It’s as if we’re not really here.”
George and Bess both nodded.
“You’re right,” Bess said.
George handed me her phone. “You probably should lock this up.…”
As soon as I had my fingers wrapped around the case, the phone buzzed in my hand. George made an exaggerated grimace. “Take it away, Nancy! It’s killing me not to look!” She slumped down in her seat, pretending to be dead.
I giggled. “You’re so ridiculous.”
Without hesitating, Bess handed me her phone too. She has incredible self-control. “Really?” I asked.
She nodded, though it looked like it pained her.
“Wow. Teddy must be some guy,” I said.
“He’s really nice,” Bess replied, blushing.
“And cute!” George added. “Don’t forget who introduced you!”
Bess shook her head. “I’ll never forget, because you’ll never let me!”
“Hang on one second. Let me put away our phones, and then I want to hear all about him.”
I ran down the hall to my dad’s office and unlocked the safe. He’d never told me the combination, but I’d figured it out a long time ago based on a pattern I’d noticed in some of his other passwords. He likes to combine the numbers of dates that are significant to him. His phone password is my mom’s birthday plus their wedding anniversary. Once, when I was home sick and bored, I tried my birthday plus his on the safe’s lock, and it’d worked. People think being a detective is about finding clues, and that’s a big part of it, but being good at recognizing patterns is key, and I’d learned pretty early on that people tend to be very consistent.
I popped open the door and dropped the phones on top of our passports and other important papers, then locked it up again.
The rest of the evening passed exactly how I’d hoped.
Bess told us all about Teddy. By the time she was listing his astrological sign (Libra), favorite color (blue), and favorite ice cream flavor (a tie between cookies and cream and pistachio), George and I were doubled over, laughing at how enamored our best friend had become.
Then George told us about the awful customers who’d come to the Coffee Cabin over the past week, and I cracked up at her impressions of a lady complaining that the coffee didn’t taste organic.
“What about you, Nancy? How’s the car-theft case going?” Bess asked.
“I was riding along with one of the officers when they pulled over one of the thieves!”
“Does that mean you were in a car chase?” George asked, bouncing up and down.
I shook my head. “The guy didn’t even try to get away. He thought he had the perfect explanation for driving a car that wasn’t his.”
“Let me guess,” Bess said. “He was borrowing it from a friend?”
“No, get this. He claimed he was reviewing cars for Car and Driver magazine.”
“But it would be so easy to prove he was lying,” George said.
I shrugged. “Not everyone is a criminal mastermind.”
After we’d cleaned up the dishes, we all tried out the moisturizing masks that Bess had brought with her. We even convinced George to use one, and she hates all that primping and fussing. George is
