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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext In this first book in a new trilogy! Nancy! Bess! and George are spending an entire month at their friend Stacy's fabulous California beach house. But it turns out there is an ugly side to California beach life. Leseprobe Nancy Drew SUNSET SHOCKER “Girls,” I said, smiling between smoothie sips. “I don’t think we’re in River Heights anymore.” “For sure,” George said. She raised her own raspberry smoothie glass and toasted, “To Malachite Beach!” “Playground of the rich and famous,” Bess piped up. “And now…us.” Leaning forward, I clinked glasses with my BFFs, Bess Marvin and George Fayne. The three of us were lounging on a deck overlooking the most awesome moonlit beach we had ever seen in our lives.” We’d been in Malachite for only a few hours, but I still wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. Having the run of a California beach house for three weeks was a dream come true. George leaned back in her chair to prop her sandy feet on the deck’s railing. The first thing she’d done when we got to the house was kick off her sneakers and race down to the beach. Our own private beach. “Do I know people in the right places or what?” George asked with a grin. “Who can say their mom worked with Stacey Manning, event planner to the stars?” “Only you, George,” I teased. “And only about a hundred times.” Bess scrunched her nose as she studied George’s feet. “How about saying ‘pedicure’?” I laughed as George wiggled her feet in front of a horrified Bess’s face. Our dream vacation was going to be a blast, thanks to Stacey. Stacey Manning was truly an event planner extraordinaire. She planned parties and events for some of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood and all over the country. “Did you read about the Sweet Sixteen Stacey threw for those celebrity twins?” I asked. “The one aboard an actual refurbished pirate ship?” “You mean the party where each guest left with a full-size treasure chest filled with swag?” Bess asked. “Some swag,” George snorted. “I read online that those treasure chests were packed with MP3 players, diamond charm bracelets, and cameras.” “Don’t forget the gift cards,” Bess added. “To the hottest restaurants in Hollywood.” “MP3 players, diamond charms, and cameras?” I said. “Now I know we’re not in River Heights anymore.” The three of us stopped talking to watch the setting of a deep orange sun. As it slowly sank behind the ocean, I thought of my boyfriend, Ned, back in River Heights, wishing he was at my side. But as much as I missed Ned, I wouldn’t trade this awesome getaway for anything. Even detectives like us needed a little vacay now and then. “Hey, George,” Bess asked. “Did Stacey lend us this epic house just because she worked with your mom?” “Not really,” George said. “Offering us the house was Stacey’s way of thanking my mom. When Stacey goofed up during an event years ago, my mom covered for her.” “Really?” I said, surprised. “I can’t imagine Stacey goofing up any party.” “What did she do?” Bess wanted to know. “Her first day on the job, Stacey placed an ice sculpture next to the flambé station,” George said. “The sculpture had a meltdown, and so did their boss.” “Not a good way to start a job,” I said. “Was Stacey fired?” Bess asked. “She might have been if Mom hadn’t taken the blame,” George explained. “Mom always had a soft spot for newbies.” She stretched back lazily in her chair before adding, “Mom ...
