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Nancy Drew sat down at the kitchen table. She was just about to eat the breakfest Hannah, thier wonderful housekeeper, made, when the phone rang.
"It's probley just Bess or George," She said the herself as she walked over to answer it. Nancy picked up the phone and held it to her ear.
"Hello?" Nancy asked into the phone.
"Help. Please," said a tired voice. Nancy could tell that it was a boy, somewhere in his teens.
"Who is this?" Nancy asked, puzzled.
"I don't know. Just help," The voice said, as Nancy heard running footsteps in the background.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Asked an angry voice as Nancy heard some punching sounds, along with crying. About thirty seconds later, somebody hung up the phone.
Even though the phone call was over, Nancy stood there, staring at the phone, stunned. Who called her? What did they mean by they didn't know who they were? Who was the person who yelled at, and possibley hurt, the boy who called her? And most importantly, why?
Hannah came in a few moments later, giving Nancy an odd look.
"Nancy, What the matter? Not another threating phone call I hope!" Hannah exclaimed.
In case you didn't know, Nancy Drew was a detective, and solved many mysteries, reciving many threathing phone calls and notes while doing so.
"No threats Hannah. But the phone call does puzzle me," Nancy said as she told Hannah about the phone call. Hannah frowned when Nancy fiinshed her story.
"Poor boy! He sounds like he's in a tough spot! Nancy, do me a favor and let the police handle this!" Hannah begged as Nancy finished her breakfest.
"Unless something like this happens again, I wouldn't," Nancy promised as she called the police to report the phone call.
Chief McGinnis answered the phone, and was intrested by Nancy's story.
"We'll do what we can," He promised Nancy as he hung up. Nancy glanced at the clock as she noticed that she was so busy with this weird phone call, she lost track of time, and was going to be late for meeting Bess, and George at thier house to go to the movies!
Nancy told Hannah good bye, as she hopped into her red car, and drove to Bess's house. Bess and George were a little annoyed at Nancy's lateness, but forgot about it once she told them about the mystery.
"Hypers Nancy! What are you going to do?" Asked George.
"I don't know yet," Nancy admitted as they drove to the movies.
Nancy got to the movies, and the trio got out. Once they were at the snck stand, George's cellphone rang.
"I'll take this," George said as she walked a bit away and answered her cellphone. Nancy noticed her friend grow pale, as she walled out to them.
"Nancy! I got the smae phone call as you, expet the boy was able to tell me more before he got caught!" George cried.
"What did he say?" Bess asked.
"He said that the owner of the Dalv company would have the answer," George said.
"What kind of company is Dalv? I've never heard of it before!" Bess said.
"Neither have I! I'll ask my father about it!" Nancy said. Carson Drew was an exellent lawyer, and often helped Nancy with her cases.
"I know your eager Nancy, but may we watch the movie?" George asked.
"Sure," Nancy said, a little upset. The trio got seats, and watched the movie.
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Nancy drove Bess, and George home, and went home, eager to ask about the Dalv company.
Nancy went into her father's study, where he was looking at some papers.
"What's on your mind?" Mr. Drew asked.
Nancy told him everything, and Mr. Drew was also intrested in the phone call.
"I've heard about the Dalv company. The owner is Vlad Masters,"
"Vlad Masters, billionare or the year?" Nancy asked, surprised.
"That's him. I've even met him before. Nice man. Hard to belive that he may be connected with this phone call," Mr. Drew commented.
"When did you meet him?" Nancy asked, curious.
"He came to me with a case. He wanted to press charges against one of his employees, Lisa Lyn. He claimed that she stole a some weapons his company was designing for the government. Turns out, another employee, James Dixion, had stolen it, and was put in prison," Mr. Drew told his curios daughter.
"Do you think he'll let me look around his castle? I have a hunch that one of his empolyees may be holding someone captive at his castle," Nancy said.
"I'll ask him, and let you know as soon as possible," Mr. Drew said as he went back to his papers.
"Thanks dad!" Nancy called as she left his study. Nancy looked at the clock and wassurprised to discover that it was 9:00. She went ot bed, happy with the information she had gathered.
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The next day, Nancy woke up at 9:00. She got ready for the day, and went downstairs, where her father was drinking coffee.
"Great news! You, alsong with Bess, and George, have permisson to go to Vlad Master's castle to find out if your hunch is correct! Mr. Masters will meet you at the airport in two days, and you will stay for a month!" Mr. Drew declared, with a smile.
"Oh that's wonderful! I'll tell Bess, and George!" Nancy exclaimed, as she dived for the phone.
Bess answered, and was delighted to know that she, Geroge, and Nancy were invited to Mr. Masters's castle. Bess, and Nancy talked for a few minutes, before Nancy said that she had to go pack for the trip.
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Two days came slowly for the trio as they went to onto the airplane. Turns out, Vlad had sent a privite jet, just for them, and two other people coming. Nancy settled in the seat, as Bess, and George fell asleep.
Nancy saw the two other people sitting a few seats away from them. One of them was a woman with short brown hair, and purple eyes. She had a black and blue jumpsuit on.
The other girl was a about thier age. She had a black shirt with dark purple sleeves, with black pants, and shoes. She had orangeish red hair with black streaks in it. Nancy could tell that she was goth.
Even though they were a bit away, Nancy could hear thier conversation.
"I can't belive you said yes!" The younger one said.
"Come on Jazz. Vlad's a great person!" The older one said. The girl now known as Jazz, looked angry.
"How can you still like him? He's a heartless old fruitloop who needs a cat!" Jazz snapped, annoyed.
"Jazz, He is not a heartless old fruitloop! He's a wonderful man, and was my best friend in college!" The older one said.
Jazz gave an annoyed sigh as she got up, and moved across the alse from the trio. Nancy decided that Jazz may be helpful to her mystery.
"Hi," Nancy said. Jazz looked surprised.
"Hey," She said.
"So, you know Mr. Masters?" Nancy asked.
"He's a heartless old fruitloop who needs a cat," Jazz replied as she looked out the window. Nancy gave a chuckle.
"What makes you say that?" Nancy asked.
"He murdered my brother," She replied, still staring out the window. Nancy was surprised.
"Are you sure?" Nancy asked, still surprised.
"Postitive," Jazz replied, not saying anything else.
Nancy said nothing more as they flew to Vlad's castle.
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