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Carolyn Keene
Nancy Drew Girl Detective: Volume Thirty
Pageant Perfect Crime
Copyright, 2008, by Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Ned's classmate Portia Leoni won last year's Miss Pretty Face River Heights Beauty Pageant. But after Portia was accused of shoplifting dresses from a local boutique, her crown was taken away from her. Portia claims that she's innocent, but why would someone want to frame her?
To find out more, I'm going undercover as a pageant contestant! But going undercover in Miss Pretty Face may be my toughest challenge yet. Everyone seems to have a motive!
Who knew it was so hard to walk, smile, and wave? I have to find out the truth before someone finds out that I'm anything but a beauty queen!
Let me introduce myself. Im Nancy Drew.
My friends call me Nancy. My enemies call me a lot of other things, like that girl who cooked my goose. They actually sometimes speak like that, but what can you expect from criminals? See, Im a detective. Well, not really. I mean, I dont have a license or anything. I dont carry a badge or a gun, in part because I wouldnt touch a gun even if I could, and also because Im just not old enough. But I am old enough to know when something isnt right, when somebodys getting an unfair deal, when someones done something they shouldnt do. And I know how to stop them, catch them, and get them into the hands of the law, where they belong. I take those things seriously, and Im almost never wrong.
My best friends, Bess and George, might not totally agree with me. They tell me Im wrong a lot, and that they have to cover for me all of the time just to make me look good. Bess would tell you I dress badly. I call it casual. George would tell you Im not focused. By that shed mean that once again I forgot to fill my car with gas or bring enough money to buy lunch. But they both know Im always focused when it comes to crime. Always.
Nancy Drew
DETHRONED
Did you miss me? Ned asked with a grin as he helped me out of my hybrid car. It was a bright sunny day, and I was meeting him at the River Heights University student center after having lunch with him just hours before.
Oh, terribly, I replied with a smile. So tell me about this classmate of yours who needs my help.
Right, said Ned, taking my hand as we walked through the parking lot to the food court entrance. Her name is Portia Leoni, and shes in my psych class. After our lecture today, she asked to see my notes, and we got to talking. It turns out shes really struggling to pay tuition, because of something that happened to her a few months ago.
I nodded as Ned opened the door for me and we stepped inside. Something that sounds kind of fishy, you said.
More than fishy, Ned countered as we walked into the seating area. It sounded like Portia could use the services of the one, the only
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Suddenly a pretty, petite brunette stood up from her table and started waving at us. Are you her? she called to me as we started over. Are you Nancy Drew?
I smiled. I do a lot of snooping around, sure, but I didnt know I was famous at the university. I sure am.
The girls face erupted into the hugest, whitest smile Id ever seen. Im Portia, she said. Oh my God, Nancy, Im so glad you came. When Ned told me he had a friend who investigates things I was, like, This could be it, you know? You could be the answer to all my problems!
I glanced over at Ned: What had he told this girl? Still, it was pretty flattering.
Um, Ned interrupted as I sat down at the table. You two get started, but can I get anyone anything? Personally, I could use a cappuccino.
Oooh, me too, I said.
Portia bit her lip. Oooh, Neddie, thats so nice of you. But those have, like, four hundred calories. Can you just get me a Diet Coke? she asked, reaching over to touch his arm.
Ned quickly backed away. No problem. Two cappuccinos, one Diet Coke. As he walked over to the coffee stand, I realized what Portia had said: a friend who investigates things? I was sure Ned would have mentioned my being his girlfriend. Hes about the most solid, stand-up guy you could imagine.
Anyway, Portia was saying, turning back to me. She had gorgeous dark eyes, done up in a kaleidoscope of eye shadow, that seemed to latch on to mine when she spoke. Im sure Ned told you I lost my scholarship.
He said you were having trouble paying for tuition, I replied.
Right. Well, the reason for that is I lost my scholarship. And the reason for that is She paused, looking almost disappointed. Do you not recognize me at all? Really?
I shook my head.
Well. Portia sat up straight and sighed a little. The fact is, I was involved in a local scandal. Youve heard of the Miss Pretty Face pageant?
I shook my head again, but Portia still looked confused. I dont really follow pageants, I clarified.
Portia took a good look at me, then pursed her lips and nodded, like it made sense. I wasnt sure whether to feel insulted or not.
Well, she said, I won it. I was Miss Pretty Face last year.
Oh. Right then, Ned came back with our cappuccinos and Portias Diet Coke. I dove into mine, getting whipped cream on the tip of my nose. Ned laughed and flicked it off with a napkin. Portia didnt look amused.
So you lost your scholarship when your reign ended? I asked, trying to get back on track.
No. Portia leaned over so her eyes bore right into mine. I was relieved of my reign. I was dethroned. And I lost all my winnings, including the scholarship.
Wow, I breathed, glancing over at Ned. Thats terrible. But why were you
I was set up, Portia broke in before I could finish. I was dethroned for shoplifting. But I was set up! She smiled a little rueful smile. Ive never shoplifted in my life.
So how , I began.
I got a call one morning to go to Fleur, she interrupted again. Youve heard of it?
I shook my head. I had a feeling if I spoke up again, shed only cut me off.
Its a boutique, Portia explained, a little too slowly. They sell very upscale clothing. Anyway, I was told to go and pick up three dresses for a series of appearances. That kind of thing happens all the time with pageant winners, or any sort of famous people. Stores or designers will loan you clothes to wear, in exchange for free publicity. You mention the store or designer at the event.
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I nodded. Okay. So you went to pick up the dresses, and didnt pay for them?
Portia nodded furiously. Which is normal. Its totally normal in the pageant world. But that night, the police showed up at my house. The police.
I nodded. I was pretty friendly with the River Heights police, and it was hard for me to imagine them being scary or intimidating. But I could see why it had upset Portia.
They arrested me, she continued. For shoplifting. And when I got down to the station, they showed me this tape from Fleurs security cameras. It showed me leaving with the dresses, without paying. And suddenly the shop owner was saying she knew nothing about the whole thing!
Maybe she didnt, I suggested. You said you got a phone call. Maybe she really didnt know anything about the dress pickup.
But she did, Portia insisted, playing with the straw in her soda. Nancy, I talked to her while I was there. I asked her where the dresses were. And she said, Right there on the counter. She knew what I was talking about.
Hmmm. I frowned, trying to puzzle this out. Portia took a quick sip of her drink and then beamed at Ned, reaching over to touch his arm again.
Neddie was so thoughtful and understanding when I told him about this, she said. He always makes the most insightful comments in class. Hes very sensitive.
Ned blushed and cleared his throat, shooting me a look that said, I wish shed stop too.
Right, I said shortly. Okay, Portia, I
What? What was I going to tell her? Her story was interesting, but did I believe it? I try not to judge the people I work for, but I also try not to work for criminals. Portia seemed to be telling the truth, but she could also be a good liar. Was she somebody Id want to put my reputation behind?
Ned was giving me a thoughtful look. Its really the scholarship money thats important, he explained. I mean, the dethroning, thats embarrassing, right? He glanced at Portia, who nodded. But losing the scholarship means Portia might have to drop out of school.
For the first time, Portia looked truly upset. Hes right, she told me softly. Im working two jobs right now and still cant keep up with the payments. This isnt just some silly pageant, Nancy: Its my whole future.
All right. Im not made of stone. True, I got a funny vibe off Portia, but really, how much of that was coming from her flirting with Ned? Besides, just because someone annoys you doesnt mean they cant be a crime victim.
Okay, I said, plopping my empty cappuccino cup down on the table. Ill stop by Fleur tomorrow, Portia, and do a little snooping. If something seems off, Ill keep investigating. But if they appear to be telling the truth
But Portia didnt hear that part. Shed already leaped up from the table and thrown her arms around Ned. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! she cried. Neddie, youre the best!
Ned gave Portia a quick hug and then nudged her away. Thanks, Nancy, he said with a smile, reaching over and wiping yet more whipped cream off my nose (how did that get there?). Youre the best.
I couldnt help smiling back.
Is it my birthday? my friend Bess asked, fluffing her hair in the rearview mirror as she slid into the passenger seat of my car. Do you owe me a favor? Or is it just my lucky day?
I smiled as I pulled the car back into the street. Bess, what are you talking about?
How many times does Nancy Drew call me up and say she wants to go shopping? Ill tell you how many times: never.
Bess, come on. But I couldnt help smiling a little: Bess was right. She was always decked out in the latest fashions; I was happy if my pants matched my shirt. When Bess talked to me about clothes, she usually had to stop and explain what a bubble skirt or an empire waist was.
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Let me guess, Bess went on, pausing to turn to me with a mischievous grin that showed her dimples. You dont really want to go shopping. Im betting you have an ulterior motive a little snooping to do? Some questions to ask?
I shook my head and pretended to sigh. Oh, Bess, you know me too well.
I was surprised you even knew what Fleur was.
I nodded. Have you shopped there before?
Actually I just heard about it. Bess reached into her purse and pulled out a fashion magazine. Pose magazine says it has the best espadrilles for summer. But I never heard a word about it before you know, before the big scandal.
My mouth dropped open. You know about the scandal?
With Miss Pretty Face and the shoplifting? Sure. Nancy, where have you been?
I shrugged. I was beginning to wonder how Id missed out on the River Heights scandal of the year myself. I guess snooping?
Bess laughed. I guess. Seriously, you should make more time to watch the local news. Or at least Extra. She pointed to a small, neatly landscaped mini-mall on the right. I think its in here, way in the back.
I pulled in and we drove around for a while before I realized what Bess meant: way in the back, hidden on the other side of the building. Finally, I parked in front of Fleur, a handsome store with two big display windows filled with mannequins in sparkling cocktail dresses.
So what are you investigating now? Bess asked, shoving the magazine back into her purse. A shoplifting ring? A credit card scam? Is Fleur unwittingly selling counterfeit purses or jewelry?
I shook my head. Believe it or not, its the scandal you mentioned.
Miss Pretty Face? Bess looked surprised. Portia Leoni?
I nodded.
I thought that was over and done with, Bess said. She did it. They caught it on tape. End of story, right?
I shook my head again. Its not that simple. She says she had an agreement with the store to borrow the dresses for free publicity. But after she picked them up, the shop owner changed her story. She thinks someone set her up. And if I dont find out who, she might lose her scholarship and have to leave the university.
Hmmmm. Bess stared at the display window, thoughtful. Well, if anyone can get to the bottom of this, its you, Nancy.
Inside, Fleur was abuzz with activity. Businesswomen swished skirts off display racks, high school kids tried on accessories, and an angry mob surrounded the espadrilles, all fighting to grab the ones featured in Pose magazine. Bess split off to join the mob as I walked around, getting the lay of the land. I had to admit, a lot of the clothes they carried were really cute. But I never would have found this place if Bess hadnt known where to go.
Near the counter, a middle-aged woman with short auburn hair was helping an older woman match a bracelet to a cocktail dress. We just got these in last week, she said, holding a jet bracelet up to a red-and-black-beaded dress. I wasnt sure when I ordered them, but in person, theyre absolutely gorgeous.
Aha, I thought. If shed ordered merchandise for the store, she had to be the shop owner, my target.
I lingered around the counter while the older woman bought the dress and bracelet. Then I sauntered over. Good morning, I said warmly.
Good morning, the shop owner responded, giving me the once-over. Her voice cooled a bit when she saw my outfit of worn T-shirt and khakis. Im Candy. Can I help you with something?
I hope so, I said, smiling. I actually have some questions.
She nodded. Need help with sizes?
Not really, I said, and leaned closer. I was actually wondering about an incident that happened here. A shoplifting incident. With
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But Candys face had already changed, closing off completely. If youre asking about the Miss Pretty Face scandal, Ive already discussed that matter with the police.
I decided to try a different tactic. Actually, I work for the university bookstore, I lied, and Ms. Leoni just applied for a position with us. I told her we couldnt possibly hire a shoplifter, but she had a different version of what happened here. She says she was told to pick up the dresses by someone from the pageant, and that you seemed to know about that when she came by to get them. Perhaps there was some kind of misunderstanding? I raised my eyebrows hopefully.
But Candy was having none of this. Portia Leoni is a liar, she whispered fiercely, looking around the store to see if anyone was watching. The camera doesnt lie, Ms.
Drew, I supplied.
Candy nodded. Ms. Drew. Im not going to discuss this any further. What reason could I possibly have to lie about a theft in my own store? She looked up at me, but I caught something strange in her expression. Nervousness almost as though, deep down, she was worried I might know a reason she would lie.
Nobodys calling you a liar, I said carefully. I just
Good day, Candy spat, and abruptly turned away to approach another customer. May I help you find a size, miss?
I stood at the counter for a moment, stunned. Wow. She really doesnt want to talk about it, I thought. Heres something funny about people who are telling the truth: Theyll talk about anything. Embarrassing incidents, controversies, whatever. A person whos telling the truth has nothing to hide. Liars, on the other hand theyll avoid the subject at all costs. And half the time, theyll try to make you feel bad for bringing it up.
I had a pretty strong suspicion of which category Candy fell into.
I wandered over to find Bess, who was eyeing a butter-colored leather handbag while she chatted with a salesclerk.
one hundred percent leather, the sales-clerk was saying. And if you feel it, you can tell its of the highest quality.
Bess sighed, running her fingers over the purses surface. It is beautiful, she agreed. Its just a little outside my price range. Do you think it might go on sale soon?
The salesclerk her nametag said DAHLIA shook her head, looking apologetic. Probably not, she advised with a little shrug of her shoulders. Business has been so busy lately. We havent had a sale since well, since before that Miss Pretty Face thing.
Hmmmm. I leaned in.
So business picked up after that? Bess prompted.
Dahlia nodded. Oh yeah, tons. It went from being dead in here to being packed, all the time. In fact she glanced over at Candy, saw that she was still busy helping the woman shed left me for, and lowered her voice its kind of weird, but before the shoplifting? We were told the store might close at the end of the month. With this lousy location, we couldnt get any customers.
Bess turned to meet my eye. I could tell she knew I was putting something together.
Hmmm, she said, stroking the purse one last time. Well, thanks for your help, Dahlia. Im going to pass on the purse today. But congrats on the great business Ill have to come back and check out your new stock next week.
Dahlia smiled, took the purse back, and then turned to help another customer. I gave Bess a little nod, and we strolled out of the store and back to my car and climbed in. Still thinking it over, I turned the key in the ignition.
So, said Bess with an expectant look. Any helpful info?
I nodded slowly. The owner sticks to her story, that it was a shoplifting, I said. But theres something off about her. She seemed tense like she had something to hide.
Bess nodded. And what Dahlia said? she said. About the store almost closing? I could see all the gears turning in your mind.
I smiled. Its odd, isnt it? The store was losing money until Portia supposedly shoplifted, and then all of a sudden business was booming.
What do you think it means? Bess asked.
I sighed. Maybe someone paid Fleurs owner to accuse Portia of shoplifting, I replied. If they were losing money and the store was about to close, that makes them ripe for a bribe.
Hmmm. Bess reached out and tapped her fingers on the dash. So what are you going to do?
I dont know, I admitted. Its possible that someone did set Portia up. But who, and why? And how can I even figure out the answers to any of these questions when I know nothing about the pageant itself?
I drove a bit, and suddenly became aware of a change in Besss expression. She was staring at me, grinning. When I turned and looked at her at a stoplight, she looked like she was about to explode like Christmas, her birthday, and a half-off sale at Macys had all arrived on the same day, right then.
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Nancy, she said. You know what you have to do?
I shook my head. What?
Bess bounced up and down in her seat, fishing a pamphlet out of her purse. You have to compete for Miss Pretty Face!
She handed me the pamphlet. In the few seconds before the light changed, I read:
Are you the next Miss Pretty Face River Heights? All young women age 1618 are invited to join our pageant! Compete for scholarships, endorsements, and the opportunity to represent the best in your generation!
You have got, I said, pulling away as the light changed, to be kidding.
Nancy, its perfect! You qualify, and youre adorable! Plus, it would get you right into the middle of things meeting all the pageant bigwigs, figuring out who had the most to gain!
I bit my lip.
You know it makes sense, Bess argued. I could help you, be your fashion coach. Im sure George would help too. Its a great opportunity! Maybe youd even win!
I shuddered. Nancy Drew, Pageant Girl?
Bess rolled her eyes. Dont be a snob, Nancy. Come on.
I sighed, pulling up to Besss house. Im about the least pageanty person in the universe I hardly ever wear makeup, and I doubt snooping counts toward the talent competition. I tried to picture myself up on a stage, huge hair, sparkly dress, blinding smile, crying demurely as a tiara was placed on my head.
Not that Id ever win.
I looked at Bess, who was looking at me with that excited, expectant look. If this was Christmas morning, I had become Besss Santa Claus.
All right, I said, covering my ears to block out Besss shriek of joy. Ill do it.
PRETTY SUSPICIOUS
This is such bunk, my friend George fumed as she, Bess, and I entered the Mahoney Community Center a few days later. All around the lobby, huge posters announced the Miss Pretty Face pageant, and a flock of beautiful girls wandered around, flanked by their mothers or boyfriends or friends.
Its not bunk, Bess replied, with the wary-but-patient tone of someone who expected this very argument. Bess and George are cousins, but theyre polar opposites in almost every way including how they feel about pageants. Pageants are empowering to women, George. They reward intelligence and poise and they pay millions of dollars in tuition scholarships each year.
George snorted. Yeah, as long as you have no cellulite and know how to walk in an evening gown and heels, she muttered. Thats the problem, Bess: Pageants tell women theres a right way to be a woman, and a wrong way. All the intelligence in the world wont win the pageant if it doesnt come with a perfect body and a white smile.
Bess glared at her cousin. Oh, come on
Truce! I yelled, holding up my hands in a T-shape. Truce! Look, were not here to debate whether pageants are good or not. Were here to sign me up so I can start snooping. Anyone see a sign-in?
George looked around and pointed to a table set up outside the centers gymnasium. There?
Thanks. I led them over to the sign-up table. A woman in her mid-forties with bleached-blond hair sat behind the table, handing out clipboards. Id like to sign in, please?
The woman glanced up at me and gave me a quick once-over, the corners of her mouth wrinkling in disapproval. In my track pants and hoodie, with my hair up in a messy ponytail, I did look pretty different from the perfectly tailored young women who wandered around inside the gym. But what did they expect? The pamphlet had said there would be a dance rehearsal today please be ready to move.
Actually, everyone else seemed to be carrying gym bags, probably containing their workout clothes.
Oops.
The womans face cracked into a faux smile and she handed me a clipboard. Welcome. Im Cupcake Hughes, Miss Pretty Face 1982. Ill be your coach and choreographer this year. Please fill out these forms.
Thanks. I took the clipboard and walked with George and Bess over to the bleachers, where I began filling in the information.
Seriously, Nancy, George said, watching a gaggle of contestants greet one another with huge smiles. Youre not into pageants, are you? Deep down, you know this whole thing is ridiculous.
Im not sure, I answered George honestly. I read a question on the form WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE MISS PRETTY FACE? and paused, pen poised over the paper. To catch a crook? Probably not the answer they were looking for. Finally I filled in, To learn more about pageants and what I am capable of.
Ladies! Cupcake was suddenly shouting, moving to the center of the gym. I need all friends and family to leave now. Thank you for your support of these beautiful girls. But we need to get down to business and start preparing your girls to be Miss Pretty Face!
There was a smattering of applause, and the mothers, grandmothers, and friends started filtering out of the room. I turned to George and Bess. Bess looked at me like I was about to accept my Nobel Prize. George looked at me like I was about to be boiled in oil.
Thanks for coming with me, guys, I said, standing up with my clipboard. But I guess its time for the action to start.
Good luck, Bess said excitedly.
Good luck, George echoed flatly, and they both turned to head out the exit.
So: Down to business. I walked over to the middle of the gym, where Cupcake was standing in a huddle of contestants. It seemed like I was one of the last contestants to arrive, and many of the other girls were already deep in conversation. I looked them over, sizing up my fellow contestants: twelve girls, nine of which were blond; lots of bubbly cheerleader types; I was the only one with even a hint of red in my hair. I fiddled with my strawberry blond ponytail nervously, suddenly feeling like this was a junior high cafeteria and I was the new girl with no place to sit.
Nancy?
I startled at the sound of a familiar voice.
Deirdre?
A familiar brunette approached me, her face an expression of surprise.
Wow, Deirdre murmured, I never would have pegged you to enter a beauty contest, Nancy.
I tried to smile. Ive known Deirdre for years. Shes not a bad person, deep down inside. But she sometimes has trouble seeing the world beyond her own nose.
Im turning over a new leaf, I said brightly. Isnt this fun?
Deirdre smiled tightly. Behind her, a couple of blondes had turned to watch our conversation.
Deirdre? asked the taller one, the lighter blonde. Is this a friend of yours?
Deirdre let out an almost-imperceptible sigh before turning back to the blondes. Girls, let me introduce you to Nancy Drew. Nancy and I went to school together. And apparently she now wants to compete in pageants.
The shorter, darker blonde smiled. Is this your first pageant? she asked me.
It sure is, I replied.
Both girls looked me over, head to toe.
Well, how nice that youre giving pageants a try, said the taller blonde. Im Fallon, by the way. Fallon Gregory. Get used to that name because youre going to hear it called when the new Miss Pretty Face is announced.
My jaw almost dropped. Did all beauty queens talk like this?
The darker blonde shot me an apologetic look. Dont be offended. Fallons just super confident. And she really wants to win this year because she had to drop out last year.
You did? I asked Fallon.
I got mono, she said coolly. But I already had all my dresses bought, and my whole talent routine worked out. And not to brag or anything, but I was the frontrunner. Fallon smiled. She had a dazzling, perfect toothpaste-commercial smile. Exactly the kind of smile youd expect a pageant queen to have.
The shorter girl held out her hand to me. Im Piper Depken, she said as I took her hand and shook it. This is only my third pageant. Im no pro like Fallon. But I would really love to win, or at least place . I could really use the scholarship money.
Deirdre turned to meet my eye, still with the same tight smile. Piper lives in Havenwood.
Havenwood was a low-income apartment complex on a nonglamorous bank of the river. Deirdre might as well have told me, Pipers poor.
I smiled at Piper. Well, I hope you win it, I said honestly.
Thanks, she said, hesitation flashing across her face. Nancy, I like you. Can I tell you something?
Tell me something? My heart raced as I wondered if this might be related to Por- tias dethroning. Of course you can. What?
Piper leaned in, lowering her voice as she whispered to me. You need to lose at least ten pounds, honey.
My stomach fell. What?
If you want to win, Piper added quickly. I dont want to hurt your feelings. Im just telling you what I see. But you know what?
What? I asked, still trying to make sense of her advice. Lose ten pounds? I may not be some wan-looking supermodel, but I am perfectly healthy, I can tell you that much.
Im going to start the Master Cleanse tomorrow, Piper went on whispering, a smile blossoming across her face. You should do it with me! Well both slim down fast. You know, I heard its what Beyoncé did to slim down for Dreamgirls!
