Carolyn Keene - Hit and Run Holiday

Carolyn Keene

The Nancy Drew Files 5:

Hit and Run Holiday

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter One

We made it! Nancy Drew said with a grin. Fort Lauderdale, here we are!

Gripping the wheel in eager anticipation, Nancy turned the rental car onto Route A1A, a coastal highway lined with tall, swaying palm trees. To the left was a seemingly endless string of hotels and motels, fast-food places, restaurants, and discos. To the right, shimmering in the late morning sun, was a broad beach of nearly white sand, and beyond that, the sparkling blue-green waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Beside Nancy, George Fayne gazed out the window at the beach. I cant wait to get into that water, she said. I may never come out except to eat.

Who cares about the water? Bess Marvin, Georges cousin, said with a giggle. Just look at all those tan male bodies out there! Ive already counted nine that I could fall in love with. As their car passed a group of boys crossing the street, Bess turned around and looked out the back window. Make that twelve, she said excitedly.

Nancy glanced into the rearview mirror and laughed. Help me find our hotel first, she suggested. Then you can check out the boys.

Early that morning, the three friends had left the cold March sleets of River Heights and flown to the south of Florida, joining thousands of other young people on spring break who poured into Fort Lauderdale in search of sun, sand, fun, and romance.

Actually, Bess was the only one who was looking to fall in love. George was still attached to Jon Berntsen, a boy shed met on a ski trip, and Nancys relationship with Ned Nickerson was in good shape at the moment. Nancy knew that Bess, with her blond hair and pretty figure, would probably have a date in fifteen minutes flat; while slender, athletic, dark-haired George was sure to set some kind of swimming, volleyball, or surfing record. As for herself, Nancy was looking just to have fun and go home with a great tan.

In her last case, Smile and Say Murder, shed discovered that the world of publishing could be deadly, when shed exposed a clever plot that included murder. So a Florida vacation seemed the perfect way to unwind.

There it is, she said, pointing to a gleaming white stucco building. The Surfside Inn. They were rightevery room has a window facing the ocean.

And the boys, Bess said with a sigh.

Lets hurry and change so we can hit the beach, Nancy suggested, as she pulled the car into a tight parking space on a side street next to the hotel.

What do you mean, we? George asked with a laugh. Youve got a case to solve, remember?

Nancy laughed, too. Its not a case, claimed the young detective. Im just checking up on Kim. Itll take me all of five minutes.

Kim Baylor, a friend of all three girls, had been in Fort Lauderdale for ten days. Just before Nancy left River Heights, Kims mother had called and told her that Kim had decided to stay on an extra week. Mrs. Baylor wasnt really worried, she said, she simply wanted Nancy to drop by Kims hotel and see that everything was all right. Shed felt that Kim had sounded odd over the phone, but thought she was probably just being an over-protective parent.

I bet I can solve your mystery for you without even talking to Kim, Bess told Nancy as they piled out of the car. Its simpleKim met a fabulous guy and shes staying on because shes madly in love. Bess tugged two canvas bags from the back of the car, then stared across the street at a tall, well-muscled boy running toward the ocean. Just look at him, she said dreamily. What couldnt I do with an extra week down here!

Stop drooling and help us carry the bags inside, George joked. The sooner we get changed, the sooner you can start looking for Mr. Right.

The hotel room wasnt large or luxurious, but it had everything the girls needed, and besides, none of them planned to spend much time in it. In ten minutes, they had changed out of their travel clothes and into their swimsuits. Bess had brought six, and for her first trip to the sun and sand, she put on a blazing pink bikini that showed off her figure perfectly.

George, who was wearing a blue-and-white-striped tank suit cut very high on the legs, gave Bess a wry smile. Nobodys going to have any trouble seeing you, she commented. Not in that color.

Thats the whole point, Bess replied seriously. Then she sighed as she looked at Nancy, whose blue-green bikini was the perfect color for her reddish blond hair and made her slim legs look miles long. I just wish I had your figure, Bess told her enviously.

You dont have to worry, Nancy assured her. Im not down here for the guys, remember? And even if I were, you have half an hour before I even show up on the beach.

Bess grabbed a large beach towel. What do you mean?

Ive decided to drop by Kims hotel first, Nancy explained. She found her beach bag and tossed in everything she could possibly need on the beach: sunglasses, suntan lotion, a book, her Walkman, and even an extra bikini. Then she threw on a short cover-up made of soft white cotton. She started toward the door. I thought Id solve my case first, she said with a grin. But after thatlook out, Lauderdale!

Kims hotel, the Vistamar, turned out to be just three blocks away from the Surfside, and it should have taken Nancy about two minutes to reach it. Instead, it took closer to ten. The sidewalks were jammed with kids heading for the beach or just strolling along, stopping to strike up a conversation with anyone who caught their eye.

Girls were checking out boys, boys were checking out girls, and Nancy lost count of how many surfing, swimming, and disco dates she turned down. She saw plenty of great-looking guys she wouldnt have minded spending time with, but because of Ned, she wasnt really tempted. Still, it was fun just being in the middle of it all, and as she spotted Kims hotel, she thought that Bess was probably rightKim must have met somebody special, and she wanted to be with him for as long as possible.

The Vistamar was on a narrow side street just off the main road. It was lime green, five stories high, and when Nancy went in, she just missed the elevator. However, since Kims room was on the second floor, she climbed the stairs. She found room 207 easily and was just about to knock when she heard Kims voice through the partially open door.

Dont blame me, Ricardo! Kim cried urgently. I dont know how they found out, but they did!

There was a pause, and when she didnt hear Ricardo answer, Nancy figured Kim must be talking on the phone. She tried not to eavesdrop, but Kim sounded so frantic it was hard not to hear her.

I told her not to leave! Kim went on. She knew she wasnt supposed to, but . . . I dont know, Ricardo, maybe she got cabin fever or something. What difference does it make? Shes gone!

Nancy wasnt even trying not to listen anymore. Who was gone? she wondered. Kim hadnt come down with a girlfriend. Nancy knew that. But even if shed taken on a roommate, what was the business about not leaving the room?

Kim lowered her voice, and Nancy leaned closer to the door. That was when she noticed itnot only was the door ajar, but the lock had obviously been broken. It hadnt been a very smooth job, either. The metal looked as if it had been gouged with a screwdriver, and the wood around it was splintered. Whoever had broken it must have wanted to get inside in a hurry.

Nancy didnt have a clue as to what was going on, and she waited impatiently for Kim to finish talking so she could find out.