author note : constructive criticism is always welcome! This is set during the mystery stories from the 60s & 70s. p.s. I decided to name Nancy's late mother Elizabeth. thanks for reading!
"Bring, Bring" The telephone in the Drew household was ringing. Nancy's father answered.
"Hello, Carson Drew speaking."
The voice at the other end was not familiar, but he had a dim recollection that he'd heard it somewhere before. It was certainly brisk and to- the-point. "Good Afternoon, Carson. The car wreck that killed your wife fifteen years ago? You always wondered about, didn't you? You wondered if it was really an accident? I'll tell you everything you want to know, if you drop the prosecution case against Martin Polk. I'll find a way to contact you. If you prosecute him, well, it will not be pretty, for you or your daughter, whom I understand is investigating the case. Got it ?" There was a click, and Carson was left staring at the telephone. Nancy was watching her father from across the room. As soon as he picked up the phone, he'd turned pale. Now he suddenly looked gray and old, not the strong, confident man she had always known.
"Dad, what is it? Who called?"
Mr. Drew turned to her. "Someone who doesn't want me to prosecute Martin Polk, and wants you to stop investigating him." Nancy was confused. "But, Dad, we've got lots of threatening messages through our work. Why are you so worried about this one?"
Her father dropped tiredly into his desk chair, scattering a few papers that had been dangling off his desk. "Nancy, he said he'd give me information on your mother's accident. Whether it was an accident or not. I don't know if he's for real or just trying to get us off track. He said he wouldn't hesitate to hurt us- Nancy, I think you should drop the investigation." "But Dad-"
Her father suddenly snapped his fingers. "It was David Lob, who called me. I knew I'd heard that voice! He's a longtime criminal. I prosecuted him several times, many years ago, before you were born. He was always jumping bail, and had so many connections it was impossible to catch him- he'd be out of the country in no time flat. He was a skilled forger, too. Not a good guy. No, Nancy, you're dropping the investigation."
Hannah Gruen came bustling in just then, arms filled with groceries. Nancy rose to help her, and Carson was left alone in his study. He rapped his pen on the desk thoughtfully, abruptly sitting straight up. He grabbed the drawer knob almost violently, but gently pulled out a framed snapshot wrapped in a handkerchief. It was a photo of a blond toddler sitting in a large chair beside a beautiful brunette woman, who was smiling up at the camera, the book she'd been reading to the little girl open in her lap. "Oh, Elizabeth.", he said softly, gazing at the photo of Nancy and his late wife.
What do you guys think? This is my first fanfiction ever, so any reviews with tips or comments are VERY welcome!
