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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext Nancy Drew and her friends are going to New Orleans for a vacation -- she even promises not to solve any mysteries while she's down there! But! when she runs into Frank and Joe Hardy! there can't be a mystery too far away. Nancy and the Hardys begin to investigate a crooked real estate scheme admist the glitz and splendor of New Orleans during party season. Throw in a dead body and intrigue! and there's no time for a vacation. Bonfire Masquerade CHAPTER 1 NANCY SHOP TILL YOU DROP I watched as the couple drew closer and closer to my position. They were smooth, I had to give them that. They were young and beautiful and well-dressed. They were chatting and laughing as they walked, carrying big shopping bags. They had no idea what they were in for. This was going to be fun. “Hi!” I said loudly as I leaped out in front of them. “Can I help you with anything?” They both jumped a little. I was standing way too close to them, and they stepped backward. The smile on my face grew even wider. “No thank you, uhh …” The woman leaned forward to read my name tag. “Nancy. No thank you, Nancy. I think we’re good.” She took the man’s hand. They smiled at me, clearly expecting me to move out of their way. I stayed right where I was. After an awkward moment, they tried to go around me. At the last minute, I stepped in front of them again. “Are you sure?” I asked in my perkiest voice. “I think this dress would look really great on you.” I held up a sky blue silk dress. It was actually my favorite thing in the store—blue being my favorite color. The skirt was delicately ruched, and the neckline was trimmed in beautiful lace. It would have looked great on anyone. The woman smiled at me again, although this time, it seemed a little forced. “No. Thank you.” Her voice was still upbeat, but it was cold and steely now too. It was hard for me to keep from laughing. “What about these?” I pulled a pair of men’s oxblood leather shoes from off a nearby counter. “Sir?” “Not interested,” he said. He didn’t even bother looking at them. He ran a nervous hand through his hair. “We’re just browsing. And actually, I think the money is about to run out on our meter, and we need to be leaving. Right, honey?” The woman nodded, and they slipped past me. Now they were moving at a quicker pace. They’d stopped laughing. The chase was on. I tugged at the collar of my salesgirl uniform and pulled the name tag closer to my mouth. “Bess,” I whispered. “They’re headed your way. They’re spooked. Have fun!” I counted to five and then walked slowly after the couple, hiding behind racks of clothes but keeping them in sight as they made their way through the store. Everything and More was River Heights’s biggest, fanciest, and most expensive department store. On any given day, it had hundreds of shoppers. And today, it had two very special visitors: Shiloh and Ian Frommer, the brother-and-sister shoplifting team that had been on a two-year, multistate shoplifting spree. They often impersonated a soon-to-be-married couple, looking for things for their registry, which was the story they’d given Everything and More. It’d been estimated they’d stolen over two million dollars’ worth of merchandise. And all of that was about to end, right here, right now. Shiloh and Ian were making a beeline for the exit that led straight to the mall parking lot. Even if they got out, it wouldn’t do them much good—George had disabled their car’s engine. But I doubted they were goi...
