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The Mystery of Elizabeth Drew
Part 5
Author: Mac
Disclaimer in Part 1
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Jackson watched as Nancy kicked the tires of her car. He loved every bit of this. The girl was suffering just like he did when his father was taken from him.
He wondered what else he could do. He wanted to make her feel 100 times worse than he did the day he was sent to prison. The day he was sentenced to death.
Jackson suddenly sat up. He knew what he was going to do. Nancy would probably be with the Hardy brothers. Torturing her friends had to be the best way to go. Grinning, he started the car.
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Frank glanced over at Nancy as she drove down the highway. He new they shouldn't be looking for trouble. "Nan, did you ever stop to think that Jackson might try to contact you?"
"Of course I've thought of that, Frank! I just can't sit around and wait for him to."
Joe spoke up. "But what can you do? You have no idea where he's at."
Nancy nodded. "I know. I'm just going to do a bit of detective work in my Dad's office. I wouldn't doubt that he has a ton of information on his computer. Since I didn't know about it, I wouldn't be looking for it."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Frank asked. "It's one thing if you've talked to your Dad about it. It's another to start searching through his things."
"Just whose side are you on?"
Frank sighed. "Yours, Nancy. I'm sorry, I'm only playing the devil's advocate here. If you had this secret you wanted to keep from your child and they found out about it before you could tell them, would you want them searching for it."
"I wouldn't have to be searching for anything if he was straight with me from the beginning, Frank!" Nancy cried. That was the last of their conversation as Nancy decided to fume in silence.
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Steve ran over to Jackson. "Everything's in play. Five minutes after they enter the house, the gas will work its way through, and within ten minutes, they'll be out like a light."
"The housekeeper?"
"She's in Bayport with Fenton Hardy."
Jackson nodded. "Good, now we wait."
"Just what are you planning?"
"A little of this, a little of that. Nothing special," Jackson replied. "However, when I'm through them, Nancy Drew is going to wish she were dead."
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Nancy led the Hardys into her house. Joe noticed she was really quiet so he decided to cheer her up a bit. "So, how's Bess doing? Is she on her weekly diet?"
"Yeah," Nancy replied with a laugh. "She's doing good. Well, as good as one can be when your cousin moves across the country."
Frank glowered at Joe, who shrugged. "Why don't I get us some drinks while you and Joe start looking around?"
"Thanks, that would be great," came Nancy's reply.
Before opening the door to her father's den, Nancy turned to face Joe. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I really needed that."
"That's what friends are for, Nan." He watched as she put a hand to her head. "Are you okay?"
"Is it just me or is the room spinning?"
Joe caught her as she sagged to her knees. Soon, they were both lying unconscious on the floor.
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Frank was getting ready to take the drinks into the den when he began to feel lightheaded. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
Fighting the urge to pass out, he picked up the phone and began to dial. "Fenton Hardy."
"Dad, its Frank."
"Frank, are you all right, son?" he asked worriedly.
"We're at... Nancy's... drugged..."
"Frank?" There was no response because Frank Hardy was out like a light.
The Mystery of Elizabeth Drew
Part 5
Author: Mac
Disclaimer in Part 1
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Jackson watched as Nancy kicked the tires of her car. He loved every bit of this. The girl was suffering just like he did when his father was taken from him.
He wondered what else he could do. He wanted to make her feel 100 times worse than he did the day he was sent to prison. The day he was sentenced to death.
Jackson suddenly sat up. He knew what he was going to do. Nancy would probably be with the Hardy brothers. Torturing her friends had to be the best way to go. Grinning, he started the car.
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Frank glanced over at Nancy as she drove down the highway. He new they shouldn't be looking for trouble. "Nan, did you ever stop to think that Jackson might try to contact you?"
"Of course I've thought of that, Frank! I just can't sit around and wait for him to."
Joe spoke up. "But what can you do? You have no idea where he's at."
Nancy nodded. "I know. I'm just going to do a bit of detective work in my Dad's office. I wouldn't doubt that he has a ton of information on his computer. Since I didn't know about it, I wouldn't be looking for it."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Frank asked. "It's one thing if you've talked to your Dad about it. It's another to start searching through his things."
"Just whose side are you on?"
Frank sighed. "Yours, Nancy. I'm sorry, I'm only playing the devil's advocate here. If you had this secret you wanted to keep from your child and they found out about it before you could tell them, would you want them searching for it."
"I wouldn't have to be searching for anything if he was straight with me from the beginning, Frank!" Nancy cried. That was the last of their conversation as Nancy decided to fume in silence.
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Steve ran over to Jackson. "Everything's in play. Five minutes after they enter the house, the gas will work its way through, and within ten minutes, they'll be out like a light."
"The housekeeper?"
"She's in Bayport with Fenton Hardy."
Jackson nodded. "Good, now we wait."
"Just what are you planning?"
"A little of this, a little of that. Nothing special," Jackson replied. "However, when I'm through them, Nancy Drew is going to wish she were dead."
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Nancy led the Hardys into her house. Joe noticed she was really quiet so he decided to cheer her up a bit. "So, how's Bess doing? Is she on her weekly diet?"
"Yeah," Nancy replied with a laugh. "She's doing good. Well, as good as one can be when your cousin moves across the country."
Frank glowered at Joe, who shrugged. "Why don't I get us some drinks while you and Joe start looking around?"
"Thanks, that would be great," came Nancy's reply.
Before opening the door to her father's den, Nancy turned to face Joe. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up. I really needed that."
"That's what friends are for, Nan." He watched as she put a hand to her head. "Are you okay?"
"Is it just me or is the room spinning?"
Joe caught her as she sagged to her knees. Soon, they were both lying unconscious on the floor.
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Frank was getting ready to take the drinks into the den when he began to feel lightheaded. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
Fighting the urge to pass out, he picked up the phone and began to dial. "Fenton Hardy."
"Dad, its Frank."
"Frank, are you all right, son?" he asked worriedly.
"We're at... Nancy's... drugged..."
"Frank?" There was no response because Frank Hardy was out like a light.