Vanishing Act by Keene Carolyn

Author:Keene, Carolyn [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Childrens, Classics, Young Adult, Mystery, Crime, Age Range 1 Younger Audience
ISBN: 9780671746551
Amazon: 0671746553
Goodreads: 423997
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 1989-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Nine

WITH A BONE-JARRING CRASH, the car came to a stop. But with the impact, the terrible sound stopped abruptly. White-faced and trembling, Nancy crawled out of the car and collapsed on her knees on the ground.

“Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing? You idiot—you should be locked up!”

Shakily Nancy stared up at the person who was yelling so furiously from the doorway. She saw a plump little man whose face was red with rage and whose whole body was quivering as he glared down at her.

“Mr.—Mr. Rosenay?” she whispered.

“That’s right. And who are you?”

“I’m Nancy Drew.” Nancy took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet. But her legs were too weak to support her. She sagged against the hood of her car.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said with tremendous effort. “There was something wrong with the—the speakers. It hurt so much that I—”

Now Martin Rosenay’s manner changed completely. He jounced down the front steps and rushed up to her.

“That sound was coming from inside your car?” he asked in horror. “I was way in the back of the house, and even there it shattered my eardrums!”

“I think it did shatter mine,” Nancy said. Her whole head was throbbing, and Rosenay’s voice seemed to be coming from far off, under water.

“Well, it’s no wonder you lost control of your car,” he said contritely. “I apologize for yelling at you.”

“My car! How badly is it damaged? And what about your house?”

Her pain pushed aside, Nancy rushed to the front of the car. She couldn’t see the front bumper at all. It was buried in the bushes that lined the front of Rosenay’s one-story ranch house.

“I’d better check this,” Nancy said with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She climbed into the car and held her breath while turning the key. Would it start? The engine turned over once and died. Once again and this time it caught. Nancy backed it up a few feet. Then she got out to assess the damage.

“Only a couple of scratches! Thank heaven for rubber bumpers!” Nancy said.

Then she remembered: the house. What had the collision done to it?

Hastily, she stepped forward and pulled back the bushes in front of the house.

Nancy could hardly believe her eyes. There were a few scratches in the siding, but that was all.

“Well, it looks like minimal damage,” she said after a second. “I must not have been going that fast—even though I felt like I was flying.” I’ve got to find out how that radio was rigged, she thought to herself. Whoever did it really wanted me out of the way!

“Let’s forget about it for the time being, then,” Rosenay said. “A little paint will cover it all. Come on in!”

He led her up the front steps and through the door. “Welcome to Rosenay’s Rock Memorabilia,” he said.

Nancy could hardly believe her eyes. Every available surface—tables, chairs, sofas, and the floor—was covered with mementoes and souvenirs. There were heaps of old 45s and autographed pictures. There were buttons

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