Nancy Drew hated clams. While on her stay at Deception Island, she had been told to collect a bucketful of clams for the owner of a local restaurant. Nancy had been searching the beaches for three days and three nights, but still, she had only found eight clams.
And in that three days and three nights, the restaurant had not been open for a second.
"Ugh, how does Jenna magically know that I haven't found the clams yet?" Nancy huffed in frustration. "It's been three days now, and the clams are buried deeper into the sand than they've ever been. Or maybe they all died." Nancy glumly sat down near Katie Firestone's boat in defeat. She couldn't find the clams. Now what could she do?
Suddenly, Nancy had an idea.
"That's it! I'll just go to the grocery store, buy some of those live clams they keep in the tanks, and then come back to Jenna's!" Nancy gave herself a mental high-five. "Alright!"
The only thing Nancy hadn't thought of was this. Being as Jenna had the psychic power to know if Nancy had the clams yet or not, she might even have the psychic power to know exactly where Nancy had gotten the clams from.
But who knew? Jenna Dublin's psychic clam powers were just another mystery that Nancy would never solve.