Chapter 1: Bombs, as Usual
It was a cool clear night in Northern California. The crickets chirped, as the last of the very lost clients made their way out of the garden maze. Everything had shut down for the night at the nicest spa around. As the lost clients walked to their room the lights suddenly flickered off!
"AAAAHHHHHH", screamed the poor women, as yet another bomb exploded!
The next day, a brown haired teenage girl walked into the reception area of the spa. The receptionist on duty glanced up from his work as she entered.
"Welcome to the Redondo," he greeted her, "You must be Nancy Drew. I'm Cassidy Jones. Everyone's favorite boss is waiting for you in there, you can go right in."
"Actually, I'm looking for a Mr. Bleski," said Nancy.
"That's everyone's favorite boss," Cassidy corrected.
"Okay… Thanks," Nancy started to head into the office when Cassidy halted her.
"On second thought, why don't you help me do chores around here?" Cassidy suggested, "It'll help you get the hang of things."
"Aww, do I have to?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, you do."Cassidy sighed, "Did you even read the script?"
"I mean I can do that, sure." Nancy corrected.
She quickly picked up the task list from Cassidy's desk, and set to work. She put the overpriced shampoo, and nail polish in there proper place on the shelf. Next, she placed the vanilla folder in the filing cabinet and some red flowers in its vase. As she was wiping off the glass cased harmonica, she noticed a piece of paper inside the harmonica.
"Now who would be weird enough to stick a piece of paper inside a nice harmonica?" Nancy wondered.
After she lifted the glass lid she used the screw driver she had found in the wardrobe room from her last case, she pried the paper loose, and glanced at it. It was a note from some old guy named Hippocrates Bell?
"His parents must have been crazy when they named him," Nancy thought.
"Nancy, aren't you forgetting something?" Cassidy stopped working long enough to pointe at the lights above him.
"Sorry." Nancy quickly ran over and, using the world's dustiest feather duster, dusted the lights.
"That should do it." she glanced around to admire her work.
"Do you mind getting rid of all this dust that's on me?" a very dusty Cassidy asked.