A/N:I encourage anyone to give me a reveiw!...Please?:)
Chapter one:Heading home
"Nancy?Nancy Drew?"18 year old Nancy Drew turned around.Ayoung hispanic boy of about 8 or 9 years
was standing there, looking up at her."Yes, I'm Nancy Drew,"she said, giving him a reasuring smile.After
all why shouldn't she smile?She had Just returned from spending a weekend with her aunt.
She smiled again remembering it all, then turned her attention back to the little boy."Your father asked me
to tell you something came up, and that you should meet him at the car." He said all in one quick
breath.Nancy frowned and glanced around the train station-no her father wasn't there, and it wasn't like
him to send a child to tell her where to meet him."Okay, thank you.Can you tell me what this man looked like?"
She asked.The boy thought a moment before replying."He was tall.And he had a small hat on."He said uncertanly.
"And a funny tatoo like a bird on his arm."
Nancy frowned harder.That wasn't her father at all!She looked back at the little boy.He looked worried at her
frowning."Miss, are you mad?"He asked."I just did what I was told-even if he only gave me a couple a' dollars."
Nancy's eyes widend."no,you helped mejust now."She reasured him."Thank you, you may go now." With
that the boy ran off leaving Nancy to muse over what the boy had said, and what her father had told her when
she had called him last night.He was going to meet her as she got off the train.Something had come
up, she thought.A horrible thought came to her.iWhat if the man with the tatoo had done something to
her father?i
She hurried to the parking lot as fast as she could, with her luggage weighing her down.
As she stood in the parking lot, scanning it for her father, she notticed the sun was going down.A glance
at her watch told her it was after eight.The only people she saw were a group of teenagers climbing into a rental van.
She heard a noise behind her and as she was turning around, she was struck by a heavy object and slipped into
unconsioness.
Meanwhile the phone at the Drew's house was ringing.Hannah Gruen, the house-keeper, answered it.She had been
with the drew's since Nancy was three, when Mrs. Drew had died, and she was like a mother to Nancy."Hello, Drew's
residence.She said. "Hello, Hannah."A familiar man's voice said.
It was Carson Drew, Nancy's father."Oh!Mr. Drew!"Hannah said."I was wondering when you and Nancy were going to
get home or call."There was a short pause before the reply came back."You mean she isn't home yet?"He asked sharply.
Nancy was his only chikd and had the habbit of finding triuble, or the other way around as her friends sometimes put it.
"I sent my intern, Lisa Conolly to get her over two hours ago!"Hannah gasped knowing Nancy wasn't one to doddle
around."Oh dear!I hope they haven't run into any trouble!"
On the other end of the line a grim looking Carson Drew said, " So do I Hannah, so do I."
Chapter one:Heading home
"Nancy?Nancy Drew?"18 year old Nancy Drew turned around.Ayoung hispanic boy of about 8 or 9 years
was standing there, looking up at her."Yes, I'm Nancy Drew,"she said, giving him a reasuring smile.After
all why shouldn't she smile?She had Just returned from spending a weekend with her aunt.
She smiled again remembering it all, then turned her attention back to the little boy."Your father asked me
to tell you something came up, and that you should meet him at the car." He said all in one quick
breath.Nancy frowned and glanced around the train station-no her father wasn't there, and it wasn't like
him to send a child to tell her where to meet him."Okay, thank you.Can you tell me what this man looked like?"
She asked.The boy thought a moment before replying."He was tall.And he had a small hat on."He said uncertanly.
"And a funny tatoo like a bird on his arm."
Nancy frowned harder.That wasn't her father at all!She looked back at the little boy.He looked worried at her
frowning."Miss, are you mad?"He asked."I just did what I was told-even if he only gave me a couple a' dollars."
Nancy's eyes widend."no,you helped mejust now."She reasured him."Thank you, you may go now." With
that the boy ran off leaving Nancy to muse over what the boy had said, and what her father had told her when
she had called him last night.He was going to meet her as she got off the train.Something had come
up, she thought.A horrible thought came to her.iWhat if the man with the tatoo had done something to
her father?i
She hurried to the parking lot as fast as she could, with her luggage weighing her down.
As she stood in the parking lot, scanning it for her father, she notticed the sun was going down.A glance
at her watch told her it was after eight.The only people she saw were a group of teenagers climbing into a rental van.
She heard a noise behind her and as she was turning around, she was struck by a heavy object and slipped into
unconsioness.
Meanwhile the phone at the Drew's house was ringing.Hannah Gruen, the house-keeper, answered it.She had been
with the drew's since Nancy was three, when Mrs. Drew had died, and she was like a mother to Nancy."Hello, Drew's
residence.She said. "Hello, Hannah."A familiar man's voice said.
It was Carson Drew, Nancy's father."Oh!Mr. Drew!"Hannah said."I was wondering when you and Nancy were going to
get home or call."There was a short pause before the reply came back."You mean she isn't home yet?"He asked sharply.
Nancy was his only chikd and had the habbit of finding triuble, or the other way around as her friends sometimes put it.
"I sent my intern, Lisa Conolly to get her over two hours ago!"Hannah gasped knowing Nancy wasn't one to doddle
around."Oh dear!I hope they haven't run into any trouble!"
On the other end of the line a grim looking Carson Drew said, " So do I Hannah, so do I."