Malibu Mayhem Trilogy 03: Stalk, Don't Run by Carolyn Keene

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

GRILLED TO OBJECTION

“HELP!” I screamed. I slammed on the brakes over and over, with no luck. The only way I could stop the car now was to crash!

Bracing myself, I gripped the wheel, turning it all the way to the right. With a screech, the car swerved to the side, landing in a deep ditch.

“Nancy!” Bess’s voice shouted as my hand shakily turned off the engine. Looking up, I saw her, George, and Mr. Marvin racing down the block toward my car.

“Are you okay, Nancy?” Mr. Marvin asked. He stepped into the ditch, opened the door, and helped me out.

“I’m fine . . . fine,” I said. “A little shaky, but okay.”

“We saw your car go out of control,” George said. “What happened, Nance?”

“The low brake fluid light flashed on,” I said. “Next thing I knew I couldn’t stop.”

Bess and her dad knew a thing or two about fixing cars. While Mr. Marvin checked out my brakes, Bess said, “Even if the light was on, you’d still have enough line pressure left.”

“Not if the brakes were cut,” Mr. Marvin’s voice said.

“Did you say cut?” I cried.

“I hate to tell you this, Nancy, but someone cut the tubing on your brakes,” Mr. Marvin said.

Someone had tampered with my brakes?

“Any idea who it was?” George asked me.

I was about to say I didn’t know—until I remembered the strange figure in my driveway.

“There was some strange guy hanging out in our driveway before,” I said. “My car was parked outside, so he could have gotten to it.”

“What did he look like?” George asked.

“He wore a white jacket and a hat,” I said. “If it was him, how did he do it?”

“The best way is with . . . wire cutters,” Bess said. Then her eyes widened as she waved us away from the car and her dad. “You guys—remember how I told you that my dad’s wire cutters were missing from his toolshed?”

“So the guy who stole the wire cutters also cut Nancy’s brakes?” George asked.

The thought made my skin creep. “We already think someone is after the sisters,” I said. “Why would someone want me?”

“Because you’re a detective?” Bess suggested with a shrug. “And he doesn’t want you to find the sisters?”

“Right,” I said glumly.

We stopped talking as Mr. Marvin came over.

“I can replace the tubing, Nancy,” he said. “I can also get Charlie Adams and his emergency truck to pull the car out of the ditch.”

“Thanks, Mr. Marvin,” I said.

“But if this was an act of vandalism,” he said sternly, “it’s up to you to go to the police right away.”

“We were just about to go to the police,” I said. “We’ll definitely tell them everything.”

“ASAP,” Mr. Marvin reiterated, his face grave.

We watched as Bess’s father walked back to the house for his tools.

“I guess we’ll be taking your car, Bess,” I said, gazing sadly at my poor hybrid. I was happy to be alive, but worried about this stranger in my driveway. Who was he? If he was trying to

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