I know I didn't get 5 reviews, but I understand as there wasn't much substance in the last chapter. So here's chapter 2. Hopefully, this chapter will get a better response.
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him," Nancy said, punching her pillow, that night.
"You hate him?" Hannah, the Drew's housekeeper asked, gently.
"No," Nancy choked, wiping the tears on her face. "I love him. Why do you think I'm crying? Why is he doing this to me, Hannah?"
Hannah hugged her. "I really don't know how to make you feel better, Nan," she said finally. "All I know is that everything is going to work out for you."
"But why?" Nancy sobbed into Hannah's shoulder.
"He probably felt hurt, Nancy. He probably felt like if you didn't trust him, you didn't love him," Hannah said.
Another half hour of consoling later, Hannah left Nancy alone in her room.
Nancy crawled under her bed and took out an old shoe box that she always kept hidden. It was full of love letters that Ned had given Nancy, throughout the entire period of their relationship. She had never let anyone see them. She took out a letter, yellow with age. The one that he had given her on their first Valentine's day as a couple. Nancy smiled through her tears as she read it, and re - read it. Ned had always had a way of signing letters that Nancy loved.
Straight from the heart,
Ned.
Nancy didn't know anybody who signed letters like that. Ned was special, very special.
She cried herself to sleep that night, his letter under her pillow.
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A couple of weeks later, as the pain of losing Ned still didn't go away. From what she heard, Ned and Allison were happy together.
One Saturday morning, Nancy sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Her father had already left for work, and Hannah had gone out grocery shopping. She was all alone. She was bored out of her mind. It seemed like ages since she saw Ned, and even longer since she had had a mystery to solve. Nancy muttered in frustration. As if on cue, the phone rang. Nancy ran to the kitchen to pick up the extension.
Maybe it's Bess or George, she thought, referring to her other best friend.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Drew?" a man's voice said over the phone.
"Yeah, speaking. Who's this?"
"I'm Detective John, from the Chicago PD," he answered.
Did he say PD, she thought, her heart racing.
"Chief McGinnis told me to contact you. You see, Miss Drew, we have a case of murder in our hands, and after hearing about the reputation you have, we we're wondering if you'd like to give us a hand, " he explained.
Like to? I'd love to! she almost screamed. This was exactly what she needed.
"Definitely, Detective John. Could you give me some details right now?" she asked.
Yeah, I can do that. Hmm...let's see, we got this case lodged late last night, around eleven or so. The victim is male, about six-two in height, dark hair. He's working, we haven't found out where yet. We have found out his name, though. Some guy called, uh.. hold on a second please."
Arrgh... come on quick.
" Hello? Sorry about that. Like I was saying, some guy called Ned Nickerson. He was..."
Nancy's heart stopped.
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