The Case of the Lost Song by Carolyn Keene

Author:Carolyn Keene [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

9. Nancy Nabbed

“Let go of me!” Nancy demanded, wriggling free of

Wes Clarke's grasp.

Wes ignored Nancy's protest. He pointed at the

shelf behind Nancy. “Look, it's gone. Did you see

anyone lurking around here?”

“No, I didn't.” She peered at his display shelf. At

first she didn't notice anything out of place. “What's

missing?”

“The fingerprinting kit you were looking at yes-

terday,” he said, a funny expression crossing his face.

He narrowed his eyes at Nancy, then shook his head. “I

had my back turned,” Wes grumbled, “but you were

facing the shelf. Did you see anything?”

“No, I didn't,” Nancy replied, “but are you sure you

had the kit out today?”

Wes rolled his eyes. “Of course I'm sure.” Then he

muttered, “Whoever pilfered the kit purposely caused

a disturbance in the crowd, then, when our backs were

turned, stole it. Well, I'd better go get Security.”

“Do you want me to watch the table until you get

back?” Nancy volunteered. She wanted a chance to

look under the table to check the box Wes had been so

quick to hide.

“No, no.” Wes brushed her off. “My friend Derek is

used to covering for me.” He motioned toward a

nearby table where a tall gray-haired man was sorting

vintage comic books. “Could you mind the shop a

minute? I've just been robbed and want to find

Security.”

“Sure,” Derek said. “That's a first at one of these

shows,” he commented.

“Guess there's a first time for everything,” Wes said

sourly.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Nancy asked.

“You said you didn't see anything, so there's no

point. But where will you be in case Security wants to

talk to you?”

“I'm heading to the food court, to meet up with

friends, but I might stop at Westfield's first,” Nancy

told him.

Now, Nancy thought, she would never get a chance

to get a close-up look at that box . . . not unless she

came back after hours or early tomorrow.

“Nancy, right?”

Nancy looked up into the chocolaty brown eyes of

one of the Woodard twins—but which one?

Then she noticed that he wasn't carrying a camera.

“Ethan?”

“You're good!” Ethan beamed. “Most people can't

figure us out so fast. You seem to be a very figuring-out

sort of person.”

“You're kidding, right?” Hadn't Jason told his

brother that Nancy was investigating the burglaries?

“About what—about my being Ethan? No. I am

Ethan. What was the giveaway?” he asked, seemingly

oblivious to Nancy's mocking tone.

Nancy decided to play along and take Ethan at face

value. “No camera!” Then she realized that wasn't the

only difference between the twins. Ethan's general

demeanor was a bit more snobbish than his brother's.

“So are we still on for tonight?”

“Uh, sure, at Jason's party.”

“That, too. But I meant about listening to your

friend's tape afterward. My musician friend has

recording equipment at a club not far from Jason's

digs.”

Nancy couldn't believe her ears. Had Jason really

kept quiet and not even told his own brother? Or was

Ethan playing dumb?

“I can't wait to hear it!” he said enthusiastically. “I

mentioned it to a couple of rock historians, and they

said that it could be worth a pretty bundle.”

Nancy stared at Ethan. His enthusiasm set off

alarms in her mind. If Ethan was involved in the theft,

that might explain why last night's burglary didn't

match the others.

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