1The Meeting

Chapter 8

A Death and the Police Station

A/N: Hey, what up? Hope you all will like my latest chapter. School has started so I'm sorry it took a loooong time to update, because I've had projects. And also, some of you might know some other reasons if you've been reading some reviews.

Disclaimer: Well, I could claim that I own the country of Nepal. I could also claim I own the Eiffel Tower. I could claim I own five cars. I could claim I am 21. I could claim that I am an alien from Mars. I could claim that I own these characters and these places. Truth is, though, that not one of those statements is true, so I am not going to claim any of them. (Well, never mind, its still up as to whether I'm an alien from Mars or not. lol)

"Oh, my God," Nancy screamed as the car blew up. She ran as far from the car as she could to get away from the flying debris of the once beautiful Corvette. When it was over, she came up from behind some bushes and surveyed the damage. She walked over to where the guy had been. When she found him, a few feet away from the car, she took his pulse, but she'd already known he was dead. His neck looked broken, probably from flying because of the impact, and then landing. Hard.

Mrs. Hardy came running out right then, with Frank and Joe right behind her. "What happened," Mrs. Hardy asked. "The boys and I were in the family room talking, and we heard an explosion."

"The guy came to pick up the car, and turned it on to lock the steering up. When he did that, the car exploded just like that. I ran for cover, then came back over here. He's dead. Looks like a broken neck. Could you call the police and an ambulance, please," Nancy asked after quickly explaining.

"Of course," Mrs. Hardy said.

Joe whistled. "I didn't think he'd actually do it."

"Nancy," Frank began, both quiet and angry at the same time. "I thought you said there was no bomb."

"I looked, and there wasn't one! I did some routine checks, and I couldn't find one! It must've been one that hooks into something. Besides," she added. "He could have planted it while we were at school."

Laura came back outside. "I called them," she said. "They'll be here in a few minutes." But Joe was the only one listening. A few feet away, Nancy and Frank were having a heated argument.

"What were you thinking, Nancy," Frank was yelling at her. "You do all that mechanic stuff, and you still couldn't find the bomb! This isn't working at your uncle's repair shop, Nancy! This is detective work, and in this business you've got to be careful! Now a man is dead!"

"Shut the crap off, will you Frank?" Nancy yelled back, but quieter so that no one else could hear them. "I was careful! I inspected the hood, and FYI, I think I know a little bit more about cars than you do, so excuse me if I understand why I couldn't find that bomb and you don't! So shut up, and don't tell me how to do my job!"

"Uh, guys," Joe interrupted. "They're here." Nancy stormed off to talk to them.

Two officers climbed out of the car. One looked about middle-aged, with slightly graying hair, while the other looked fairly young, with blonde hair. He was kinda cute. However, he wasn't wearing a uniform. She wondered what he was doing there. Maybe he was a plainclothesman. "I'm Detective Kunson," the older one introduced himself. "And this is my nephew, Robby." At Nancy's puzzled glance, he added, "He's not an officer, but I promised him I'd let him ride along one day for a school project, and that day is today."

"Oh," Nancy said.

"Would you mind telling me what happened," he asked, as other officers examined the body and the remains of the car.

"Sure," Nancy said. She went on to explain what had been happening the last week, and told him a little about what had been happening the last few months.

"Why weren't we called before," Kunson asked as he took notes.

"BPD was informed about it. I believe my dad talked to Chief Collig."

"Hey, Kunson," another officer called out, holding up a plastic evidence bag with a small black device in it. "We found the bomb. Its so small, it would've taken hours to find, at least before it blew up. The only way to really find it is after it's been blown up, and after it has, it's real hard to miss."

"Why did they put a bomb like that in there? Did he want us to find it," Kunson asked him.

"I think it has to do with triggering the explosives," the other officer said. "But I'm not entirely sure. We'll have to get one of the experts at the station to look at it."

"Okay. I want you to do that first thing. Ask them if they can find out where it's made or anything, and then we might be able to find out who bought one recently. And you, Ms. Drew," Kunson said, turning to Nancy. "I'd like you to come down to the station to make your statement. Chief Collig might also want to talk to you."

"Sure," Nancy said. She climbed into the police car with Detective Kunson and Robby, and they headed off towards the police station. She took one last glance at the man being covered by a white sheet before he was lifted into the ambulance.

When they got to the police station, Nancy went in, made her statement, and signed it after it was typed up. Afterwards, she was escorted into Chief Collig's office, and they talked about the case for about an hour. She told him everything that she, Joe, and Frank had heard, and he told her that they were doing all they could to get a hold of Daniel to question him. They reviewed the facts for quite some time, but neither was able to think of any new theories. When he excused her, she whipped out her cell phone immediately. She dialed the Hardy residence, and Frank picked up after two rings.

"Hello," Frank asked.

"Hey Frank, its Nancy."

"Oh, hey, Nan."

"Listen, do you think you or Joe could come pick me up now? We're done here, and since I didn't bring my car..."

"Sure. We'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Thanks. I saw a Starbucks on the way over here, and I think I may wait for you guys there."

"We'll swing by there first then."

"Kk. Bye Frank."

"Bye Nancy."

Nancy clicked her phone shut and headed to the Starbucks. She'd only made it half way down the deserted street when a strong arm grabbed her and pulled her into an alley. The owner of the arm leaned down and whispered into her ear, "too bad that bomb didn't get you. Now we'll have to get rid of you ourselves." Nancy was pulled farther into the alley, where her assailant opened a door and dragged her in. No one saw a thing.

That is, no one saw a thing except for a lone man dressed in jeans and a black trench coat, standing at the corner.

A/N: Well, how'd you all like that one? I was going to put a flashback in this chapter, and I even had one, but when I read it, it didn't flow smoothly, so I gave that and the event that causes it in the next chapter. 3 more chapters to go!

Compton- Sorry, no, I didn't make Ned appear in this story, you'll see why later, but in the sequel to this, which I will be putting out as soon as I'm done with this, he'll be a major character.

Josie Hardy- thanks so much. It's great when people tell me that they're not Nancy fans, but my story is interesting to them.

Kate Janeway- hm what? Just wondering what the hming is about. It's making me nervous. Lol

Liz Jafferties- who's Roger Moore? Who's The Saint? I've never heard of them before.

Lillie's Quote of the Day 11/328/05 Topic: None really, well, yes, actually, lemons."When life hands you a lemon, say, 'Oh yeah, I like lemons. What else ya got?' "

-Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares

Well, g2g. ttyl. i wuz here. Love Ya Lots, Bye