Secret of the Spa (Volume 9) (Nancy Drew (All New) Girl Detective, Band 9) - Softcover

Keene, Carolyn

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0689868588 ISBN 13: 9780689868580

Verlag: Aladdin, 2005

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When I scored tickets to the grand opening of a new spa in town, I knew I had to take Bess. George came along, too, but she's been acting so weird. I knew this wouldn't be her idea of a total blast, but she's just been no fun at all. It's unlike her to be such a grouch!
But then, this new spa isn't turning out to be much fun, either. Deirdre's here, for starters. And someone's tampering with the food, and trying to take the "luxury" out of this otherwise luxurious place. Something stinks in this spa, and if I can't sniff it out, my name's not Nancy....

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Secret of the Spa

By Carolyn Keene

Aladdin

Copyright © 2005 Carolyn Keene
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9780689868580

1

Talk of the Town

Nancy? Nancy? Earth to Nancy Drew!"

I blinked, snapping out of a daydream as I picked at some lint in my bedroom carpet. "Sorry, Bess," I said, swallowing a yawn. "What were you saying?"

Bess Marvin, one of my best friends, dipped her nail polish wand into the bottle of pink liquid on the desk in front of her and studied me. She propped one bare foot on the edge of my desk.

"Weren't you listening to what I just said, Nancy?" she demanded.

My other best friend, George Fayne, smirked and rolled over on my bed. "Poor Nancy had probably passed out from the nail polish fumes." George waved one hand in front of her face and wrinkled her nose.

Bess rolled her eyes. Even though she and George are cousins, they couldn't be more different. If Bess is everyone's idea of the perfect girl, with her blond hair and pretty, feminine dresses, George defines the word tomboy. She keeps her dark hair cropped short -- wash-'n'-wear hair, as she calls it -- and lives in jeans and sneakers.

I fall somewhere in the middle of the two of them. I'm nowhere near as interested in clothes and makeup as Bess -- I'm lucky if I remember to dab on a little lip gloss most days. And I occasionally might even forget to comb my hair before leaving the house. On the other hand I don't mind doing a little shopping now and then, or putting on a pretty skirt and some makeup for a special date with my boyfriend, Ned.

Somehow, though, despite all our differences, our three-way friendship works. George and I do our best to tolerate Bess's incurable love of clothes, Bess and I try to look interested when George starts rambling on about the latest computer gadget she wants to buy, and the two of them are always ready to help out with my own favorite hobby -- solving mysteries. Lucky thing, too, since that's something I've loved doing since I was knee high to a leprechaun, as my father would say. I've never really gone around looking for puzzles to figure out and crimes to solve. They just seem to find me.

At the moment, however, without a case to solve, I felt a little bored. I usually enjoy just hanging out in my room with my friends, but I was feeling kind of restless. "I was just saying that I wonder how much it would cost to have this done at Indulgences." Bess gestured toward her pink toenails.

George groaned dramatically. "Do you have to keep bringing up that stupid place every two seconds?" she asked.

I glanced at her in surprise. Bess had been talking almost nonstop about the fancy new day spa scheduled to open that weekend in our hometown of River Heights. It was a little annoying, true -- but George sounded downright irritated. That wasn't really like her. She can be impatient, but she usually finds Bess's girlier interests and comments more amusing than annoying.

Bess didn't seem to notice George's reaction. She was staring into space thoughtfully, the nail polish wand suspended over her foot. "Do you think it's going to be as expensive as everyone says?" she mused. "I mean, they don't actually mention any prices in the commercials or anything. But I heard the price for a facial is going to be three times as much as it would be at Head to Toe."

"I guess they have to pay their expenses somehow," I commented, sitting up and leaning against the foot of my bed. "They rebuilt the old candy factory practically from scratch. And that fancy Roman bath-style mud room thing they show on the ads doesn't look like it was cheap to build either."

Bess nodded. "That looks cool, doesn't it?" she said. "I heard the owner, Tessa What's-her-name, designed it herself. I guess it's supposed to be the centerpiece of the whole place. The article about the grand opening in this morning's newspaper says they imported something like seventy-five different types of mud from all over Europe and South America, and the tiles in the mud room were all handcrafted in Spain. I've never seen anything like that around here."

I nodded. From what I could tell from the television commercials that had been running almost nonstop for the past couple of months, none of us had seen anything like Indulgences before -- at least not in our quiet Midwestern town. River Heights features numerous barber shops and a handful of salons, including one called Head to Toe that offers a few spa services such as facials and massages. But Indulgences was going to be different -- the kind of fancy, full-service spa one might find in a big city like Chicago or New York. It was supposed to feature everything needed for a day of relaxation and rejuvenation, including mud baths and saunas, a staff of masseuses, a lap pool, and even a restaurant and juice bar.

"I bet it'll be successful," I said. "River Heights might not be a very big city, but there are lots of wealthy people here, partly because of Rackham Industries. I'm sure a lot of people would like to get pampered in style now and then, even if it costs a little more than they're used to."

Bess nodded. "I hear that," she said. "In fact, I was just thinking it might be fun to go to the grand opening tomorrow and splurge on a facial or something." She grinned, revealing the dimples in her cheeks. "Maybe we could even check out that Roman mud bath!"

"Forget it!" George growled, her voice suddenly so loud that I jumped a little. "There's no way I'm wasting my time on something like that."

Bess scowled at her. "Fine! You don't have to bite my head off, though," she said, sounding slightly wounded. "It was just an idea."

I stared at George, startled by her hostility. As I said, she's usually much more tolerant of Bess's interests even when she doesn't share them. Why would she get upset about something so minor? I wondered if she was having money trouble again. George isn't what you could call a master budgeter. Usually any money she earns is spent the second she gets it, if not before. And she can be a little touchy when she's feeling broke.

Even George herself seemed to realize her reaction was a little over the top. "Sorry," she muttered, not meeting our gaze. "I just wish we could talk about something other than that stupid spa for a change, that's all."

"Have I been talking about it that much?" Bess said sheepishly. "Sorry. Hey, but that reminds me -- I meant to ask you guys if you saw that new show on TV last night...."

We were still chatting when there was a knock on the half-open door a few minutes later. I glanced over and saw my father standing in the doorway. He poked his head in and looked around, taking in the scene -- Bess with one foot still propped on the desk, half her toenails painted pink; George lounging on the bed picking her teeth; and me sprawled lazily on the floor. He smiled.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "It looks like you girls are in the middle of some very important business."

"Very funny, Mr. Drew!" Bess said, smirking.

There aren't many people in River Heights who would dare joke around with Carson Drew. He's one of the toughest, most highly respected, and successful lawyers in town. But Bess and George have known my father since they were in diapers, so they see right through his big reputation to the sweet, funny, caring man he is, outside the office and the courtroom.

Sometimes I wonder what my family might have been like if my mother hadn't died when I was three. But one thing I can't imagine is not being as close to Dad as I am, thanks to so many years of relying on him to be both father and mother to me. It's also tough to picture not having Hannah Gruen in our lives --...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Aladdin
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2005
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0689868588
• ISBN 13: 9780689868580
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 160
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
• Verantwortliche Person: Simon and Schuster Netherlands BV; info@simonandschuster.nl; ; Herculesplein 96; Utrecht; 3584 AA; Niederlande