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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext After an unforgettable vacation on the exclusive beaches of California! Nancy! Bess! and George are glad to be back in down-to-earth River Heights. But just as they're settling into a boring summer routine! the superstar Casabian Sisters show up! convinced River Heights is the perfect setting for their newest reality show. And where the Casabians go! drama--and danger--follow. Stalk, Don’t Run STRANGE HOUSE CALL “Of all the people in River Heights, you’re interviewing us?” I said, ripping a slice of pizza from the pie. “Must be a slow news week at the Bugle, Ned.” Ned Nickerson flashed one of his über-cute smiles. He’d been my boyfriend since junior high, but the way he looked at me with his brown eyes still made my heart do a triple flip. When Ned wasn’t dating me or studying English lit at our local university, he was honing his journalist chops at his dad’s paper, the River Heights Bugle. His latest assignment: interviewing me, Bess Marvin, and George Fayne about our latest case on trendy Malachite Beach in Malibu, California. As the four of us sat in Sylvio’s Pizzeria sharing a jumbo mushroom and olive pie I couldn’t think of a better—or yummier—place to do business. “Think about it,” Ned said, passing the oregano to George. “You just got back from three weeks in California, where you blew the whistle on a crazy cult leader, apprehended a fugitive, and cracked the case of a mysterious oil spill. This story is going to be huge!” “Did we do all that?” George teased. She held her slice up and let the oil drip into her mouth. Bess shot George a disgusted look as she neatly cut her slice with a knife and fork. She and George were as different as pepperoni and anchovies, which made it hard for anyone, including me, to believe they were actually first cousins. “Do people still read newspapers?” George asked. “I usually get my news online.” “You’d get air online if it were possible, George,” Bess joked. “The Bugle has a huge readership,” Ned said. “Not just in River Heights, but in surrounding cities and towns.” “Cool,” Bess said excitedly. “Will our article be on the same page as the fashion news or the horoscopes?” “Are you kidding?” Ned asked. “Try page four.” Bess gasped and said, “That’s the River Heights Spotlight—the most-read section of the paper.” “Besides the sports page,” George said. “Okay, I admit to picking up a newspaper every once in a while.” “Page four will be awesome, Ned,” I said with a smile. “Thanks.” Ned smiled back with a little wink. He was smart and handsome and nice—no wonder so many girls in River Heights had crushes on him. Luckily, the only one I had to worry about was Deirdre Shannon. Deirdre was the daughter of a super-successful attorney, and whatever she wanted, she got. That was okay with me, as long as she didn’t get Ned. “Nancy?” Ned interrupted my thoughts. “I have another question. It’s about Roland.” Roland. Ugh. The mere mention of the crazy cult leader’s name made my skin crawl. “What about him?” I asked with a frown. “Was he really that evil?” Ned asked, pushing a digital recorder closer to me. “I mean, did he really abuse his followers?” “Depends on how you define abuse,” I said. “Roland used mind games to get his followers to walk across hot coals and sit for hours in an airless sweat lodge.” “He and his sidekick Inge injected those poor people with a mind-altering drug they thought was vitamins,” Bess said. Ned whistled through his t...
