NANCY
VANDAL!
Suddenly, the elevator opened on our floor. Right away, I could tell something was wrong. I was the last one out when we left this morning, and I’d closed the door. Now it was hanging open by a few inches.
I put my finger to my lips and pointed to the door. George and Bess went silent, and we crept slowly forward. Bess took her cell phone out of her pocket and started dialing—hotel security, I was certain. George slipped off one shoe and held it above her head like a club. One, I mouthed to the girls…two…we all took a breath. Three!
I swung open the door and my mouth gaped open at the sight in front of me.
NANCY DREW
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#5 Lights, Camera…
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CONTENTS
1 Shopping for Trouble
2 American Teens Against Chores
3 Welcome to Cloud Nine
4 A Mysterious Stranger
5 Stormy Weather on Cloud Nine
6 Dirty Work
7 Massaging the Evidence
8 Making a Splash
9 Hanging Out
10 Plan of ATAC
11 Marco Polovitch
12 The Other Brothers
13 Meeting Friends in the Strangest of Places
14 Bess Guess
15 Betrayed!
16 Race Against Time
17 All Tied Up
18 Nancy to the Rescue
19 Surf’s Up!
CLUB DREAD
CHAPTER 1
NANCY
SHOPPING FOR TROUBLE
“No!” George said. It looked like she was about to run. I stepped between her and the door, while Bess snuck up behind her. She wasn’t going to get away that easily. We were doing this for her own good. She needed a new bathing suit, no matter what she said. Her old one was falling apart. When she realized we had her surrounded, George slumped her shoulders and let Bess march her back into the changing room, with a stack of swimwear in hand. I stood outside and waited.
George Fayne and Bess Martin were my two best friends. They’re cousins, and in some ways, they are a lot alike. They’re both smart and fearless and loyal and handy. George is great with computers, and Bess has never met a machine she can’t take apart and put back together in five minutes flat. But when it comes to clothes, they couldn’t be more different.
George is all about function, and would happily have worn jeans and a T-shirt every day of the week. Bess lives for fashion, and though her favorite thing to do is to cut up and resew an old outfit into something new, she wouldn’t turn down an excuse to go shopping—like our upcoming all-expenses-paid trip to the Wetlands, the exclusive, environmentally friendly resort in the Florida Everglades. It was supposed to be one of the most exciting new eco-resorts, promoting “green” tourism.
My dad, Carson Drew, is a lawyer in River Heights, which is pretty far from Florida. But Jack Thorton, the owner of the Wetlands, is an old friend of his. Dad had done some legal work for Mr. Thorton, and in return, Mr. Thorton had offered us a free week’s vacation. Dad had a big case coming up, so he couldn’t make it, but he said I could go—so long as I promised to stay out of trouble, and to bring Bess and George to look after me. I’ve got a bit of a reputation for solving mysteries. Unfortunately, to solve them, I have to get caught in the middle, and I’ve had more than a few close calls. But this vacation was going to be all about sun, sand, and swimming.
Which was why we were at the River Heights Mall, trying on the latest swimsuits at Paradise Found, the new beach store that had just opened up for the season. I’d already picked out a one-piece bathing suit and matching hat in sky blue, my favorite color. Now Bess and I were attempting to wrangle George into trying some things on. We’d tricked her into the store by pointing out their display of high-performance waterproof sandals. Ever since she’d heard about the trip, George had been wild to explore the swamps around the resort.
“Did you know there are more than ten thousand tiny islands that make up the Everglades? And that tons of different plants and animals live there, from orchids to alligators to manatees?” George had spent the last week constantly reading us facts off Wikipedia. In fact, she’d even been using her phone’s web browser to look things up while we were at the mall, which was why she didn’t notice Bess picking out bathing suits for her until it was too late to get away.
Bess and George eventually emerged from the changing room. George’s short brown hair was spiky and tousled, and with the brown-and-blue-microfiber deep-sea bathing suit she had on, it was easy to imagine her exploring the swamp or kayaking in the ocean. Bess, with her flowing blond hair and pink floral bikini, looked as though she had just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog. In fact, Bess almost always looks like she’s just been modeling in a photo shoot. Sometimes it’s hard being a mere mortal around her, but Bess was so sweet that it’s impossible to be jealous of her.
“Look!” said George excitedly. “My suit has two hidden waterproof compartments to hold a map and compass.” She pulled on the fabric of the suit to show the concealed pockets sewn into the lining.
So that was how Bess had sold her on the suit! I gave Bess a knowing wink as I inspected George’s pockets. George loves any sort of techie gadget, or anything that allows her to carry gadgets and tools with her at all times.
“And the best part is that both suits are on sale. Two for the price of one,” Bess chi
med in. This was our last stop at the mall before heading back home, and we’d done pretty well. Bess and George changed back into their regular clothes, and we headed to the cashier, excited to be that much closer to our dream vacation.
“I can’t believe we leave in two days,” Bess said as we loaded our shopping bags into the trunk of my car. We’d stocked up on everything—suntan lotion, books, magazines, towels, sunglasses.
“I know,” I said. “It’s going to be great. I can’t wait to relax on the beach.”
Bess picked our sunglasses from the trunk and handed them out. We’d each gotten oversize round glasses with plastic frames. Mine were blue, Bess’s were pink, and George’s were a dark green. Bess assured us they were very in right now, even though I thought we looked a little silly.
“Hey, did you know the Everglades are really just one very slow-moving river?” George called out, looking at her phone.
“Can you look up the Wetlands Resort, George?” I asked as we all piled into the car. Dad had given me a brochure full of beautiful photos of the resort and the surrounding area, but I wanted to find out as much as I could about the hotel before we showed up. I liked to be prepared.
“Sure thing,” George answered. I heard some rapid-fire tapping from the backseat. “Well, they opened about a year ago, and it seems everyone is raving about them. They’re doing great things for both the Everglades and the local economy. They’re the first big luxury resort to be carbon neutral.”
“Carbon neutral?” Bess said. I noticed she was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, a sign that she was thinking about anything. She gets nervous when I drive, and for no real reason. I haven’t even come close to hitting something in days. Weeks, even. But you back up into one parking meter, and no one ever lets you forget it.
“That means they prevent as much carbon dioxide pollution as they cause. Apparently, they use all kinds of solar panels and easily recyclable materials,” George answered.
“That’s awesome,” I said. Now I was even more excited to go.
Back at the house, Hannah Gruen and my dad were just sitting down to lunch. Hannah is our housekeeper, cook, and general miracle worker. I’m a lot like my dad—when we get caught up in a case, we both forget to do anything else, even eat. Hannah keeps us alive.
“Just in time,” Hannah said as we came through the door with all our bags. “Sit down and have a bite to eat.”
“Thanks, Hannah!” Bess and George said in unison. Hannah’s a great cook, so Bess and George never miss a chance to eat at my house. We all took our places at the long dining room table. There was a big bowl in the middle, filled with dark green arugula, bright red cherry tomatoes, slices of carrot, and tons and tons of grilled chicken. My mouth watered just looking at it.
“How did the shopping go, girls?” Dad looked up from the newspaper he was reading. I knew he was sad that he wouldn’t get to go down to the Wetlands, but he was still excited for us.
“Great,” Bess said. “We even managed to get George into a new swimsuit!”
“It’s made from a deep-sea microfiber!” George said. “And it has pockets!” Bess laughed and stuck her tongue out at George.
Dad smiled.
“Bess, George—you’ll make sure Nancy eats properly while you’re down there, right?” Hannah chimed in. “And that she puts on her sunscreen. Even when it’s cloudy. I saw on the television last week that you can still get sunburned on a cloudy day. My cousin once got sunburned so badly, she couldn’t sit down for a week. And that’s the truth.”
I laughed. Hannah’s family seemed to be the most accident-prone people on the planet. She always has a story about some terrible injury someone got by doing just what you’re about to do—and by ignoring her advice, of course. But what would I do without her to take care of me?
“Nancy, I want you let me know when you get down there safely,” Dad said. “And make sure to let Jack know that I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Tell him to come up and visit us in River Heights sometime.”
I promised that I would. We finished lunch, talking excitedly about our trip the entire time. Bess and George left to go home and finish packing. I hadn’t even started yet. I needed to get on that, tonight. All I had ready was my purse, which always has in it everything I needed for doing a little detective work—flashlight, safety pins, evidence container, latex gloves. It pays to be prepared.
After lunch, Hannah went out food shopping. I washed the dishes in the kitchen while Dad dried them. I liked when we got to spend time together, just the two of us. It didn’t happen often enough.
“Nancy?” Dad’s voice was serious now.
“Yes?” I was pretty sure I knew what he was about to say.
“Promise me you’ll be careful down there. No looking for trouble, no mysteries, no danger.”
“Daaad.”
“Promise me.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t go looking for trouble, I promise. And I’ll call you as soon as we get down to the hotel.”
Dad smiled at me and went back to doing the dishes. I was happy I could make him feel better. I knew he worried about me a lot. But this trip was pure vacation. I had no plans to go looking for trouble. I didn’t need to.
Trouble always came looking for me.
CHAPTER 2
JOE
AMERICAN TEENS AGAINST CHORES
“I can’t believe you forgot your keys,” I said to Frank. “You’re slipping up, old man.” One of the great things about my brother is that he’s so organized, it’s easy to make fun of him when he actually forgot something. The bad thing is it almost never happens.
“Shut up,” Frank whispered. “I don’t see you whipping out your keys.”
“Hey! You’re supposed to be the responsible one.” I poked him in the shoulder, which was probably a mistake considering that we were dangling at least twenty feet above the ground. Frank’s hand slipped off the drainpipe he’d been holding, and he almost fell into Mom’s rosebushes. At the last second, he managed to grab ahold of the window shutter. For a moment, it looked like he was safe.
Snap!
The top half of the shutter pulled off the side of the house, leaving Frank dangling out above the lawn. I laughed so hard, I nearly fell myself.
“A little help here, Joe?”
“In a minute.”
I put one foot against the side of the house and pushed as far forward as I could, until I could reach my bedroom window with my outstretched hands. I slid it open and heaved myself past Frank and into the house. I stood up and looked down at my brother. Then I started to close the window.
“Joe!” said Frank.
“Just kidding. Here you go.” I bent down, reached out my hand, and pulled Frank into the house. We both crouched down on the floor, listening for the telltale creaks that would mean we’d woken someone.
The clock on my bedside blinked 3:10 a.m. I groaned. Another night of not enough sleep. We’d been on a stakeout, getting evidence on a smuggling ring that had been operating out of the All-Night Donuts Diner in downtown Bayport. They’d had a complicated system of sugary signals: lemon custard doughnuts were filled with laundered money, Bavarian cream with stolen jewelry, crullers with secret documents. With the photos we’d gotten tonight, the smugglers would be in jail by tomorrow afternoon. Which wouldn’t mean much when Mom was trying to get me to mow the lawn and all I wanted to do was go back to bed. Tomorrow was Mom’s “summer cleaning” day, and there was no way to get out of it.
Mom had no idea that we were agents for ATAC, American Teens Against Crime, a top-secret government organization started by our dad, Fenton Hardy. ATAC recruited teenagers to go undercover and solve crimes when adults couldn’t. I’m not going to lie, being in ATAC is awesome. Most of the time. But this was our third mission this month, and it was getting harder and harder to keep Mom from suspecting something.
I started to get up and felt something sharp in the side of my leg.
“Oops,” I said.
“I guess I had them after all.”
Frank stared at me in disbelief.
“Ugh,” he said. “I’m going to bed. You’re in charge of fixing the shutter tomorrow.”
I started to protest that he was the one who broke it, but Frank had already left the room and I was talking to myself. It was definitely time to go to bed.
“You boys don’t want doughnuts?” Aunt Trudy looked at us with surprise from across the breakfast table.
“A world of no,” I said. I must have eaten a hundred in the last week. My stomach turned at the thought. I would never eat a doughnut again.
“Not even chocolate frosted, with sprinkles?” She waved one beneath my nose.
Well, maybe I could eat one.
“So!” Mom was using her perky voice, the one that meant she had work for us. “After breakfast, we’ll need to mow the lawn, trim the hedges, vacuum the entire house, clean out all the closets, mop the kitchen and bathrooms, reorganize everything in the basement, and check the batteries on all the fire alarms.”
Frank and I exchanged a tired look. It was going to be a long day. Mom always went overboard on her cleaning missions, but I guessed it was doable if we worked all day.
“Then, after lunch, I’ve got a few more chores for you.”
I’d spoken too soon.
“Oh, and before I forget, you boys got some mail.” Mom plopped a thick envelope down in front of Frank. Across the top it read AMERICAN TEENS FOR ANIMAL CONSERVATION.
ATAC!
Frank realized it at the same time I did, and tore the envelope open. He pulled out a letter with WINNER! written across the top. He began reading out loud.
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