Malibu Mayhem Trilogy 02: Mystery At Malachite Mansion by Carolyn Keene Page A
Authors: Carolyn Keene
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@ THE BLUE PALM.
Stacey had put on the wet suit that day. She’d also swum underwater to the “site,” which was probably the yacht, but what did BUY mean?
Had Stacey bought something? Unless … BUY was an abbreviation or code for something, but what?
BUY … BUY … what? Flowers for the party? A new dress? It didn’t make sense.
B
is for boy, blue, blow? I tried to guess.
“
Y
… is for yoga, yellow, yardstick, yacht—”
Yacht!
“BUY—Boy Yacht? Blue Yacht? Blow Yacht?”
Then I gasped.
Blow Up Yacht
.
My heart pounded inside my chest. There it was in Stacey’s own words. She had blown up Roland’s yacht, then had dinner with a friend at a well-known restaurant as if it was no big deal!
I had to show Stacey’s phone to Bess and Georgeright away, but as I turned toward the door—
“I was just looking for that,” Stacey said.
Clutching the phone, I spun around. Stacey was entering the pool area, her mouth a grim line.
“Come on,” she said, holding out her hand. “Pony it up.”
I gripped the phone tighter as I took a step back. No way would I give up the only evidence I had on the yacht explosion.
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Stacey groaned. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing finders-keepers?”
“I’m not the one playing games, Stacey,” I said, nodding at her arm. “That burn isn’t from a catering accident, and you know it. It’s from blowing up Roland’s yacht.
“Why’d you do it?” I continued. “You must have known about the flammable oil drums on the yacht. Why would you want to ruin your own beach?”
“Give me a break!” she said. “Would I be planning this whole ‘save the beach’ shindig if I wanted to pollute it?”
Stacey lunged for her phone. I stepped back until I was caught between two lounge chairs, my back to the pool. She came toward me, and I had nowhere to go but up on the diving board.
“Give me my phone,” Stacey snapped, hopping upon the diving board. She stood at the other end, her feet planted firmly on the board.
I didn’t look down at the water for fear of becoming dizzy. I wasn’t worried about falling into the pool, since I was a good swimmer, but I was worried about what Stacey would do to me.
“Mrs. Fayne told me you girls were detectives,” Stacey said as she finally stopped inching forward. “Or maybe you’re just playing detective to feel grown-up.”
“Why don’t
you
grow up, Stacey, and come clean?” I said. “It can all end right now.”
“For me or for you?” Stacey smiled slyly. She then nodded at the water. “Why don’t you say hello to my little friend?”
Friend? I gazed deep down into the pool and froze. Swimming at the bottom were two of the sea creatures Stacey had promised for the party. Not turtles or tropical fish, but
sharks
!
DIVA OF DECEPTION
M y knees buckled with fear. So that’s what the black truck was delivering. How did Stacey ever pull that off?
The sharks weren’t big, but I was sure their teeth were—and with Stacey perched at the other end of the diving board, I had nowhere to go but down.
“You can keep my phone or your life,” Stacey said rather coolly. “All it would take is one tiny little push.”
I looked her straight in the eye.
“You can try to get rid of me, Stacey,” I said. “But I’m not the only one who knows your secret.”
Stacey heaved a big sigh as she threw her arms inthe air. “I don’t know why you keep insisting I would blow up a perfectly elegant yacht,” she said. “What an unfortunate waste that would be.”
One shark splashed in the water, and I cringed.
“Step back and get out of my way, Stacey,” I said, holding her phone over the water. But then I had a brilliant idea: I’d dial 911!
“I’m calling the police!”
“Don’t you dare. You can’t prove a thing.” Stacey’s voice was calmer now. She made her way up the diving board toward me, her face filled with quiet rage.
If I took my eyes off her to look at the phone,
Stacey had put on the wet suit that day. She’d also swum underwater to the “site,” which was probably the yacht, but what did BUY mean?
Had Stacey bought something? Unless … BUY was an abbreviation or code for something, but what?
BUY … BUY … what? Flowers for the party? A new dress? It didn’t make sense.
B
is for boy, blue, blow? I tried to guess.
“
Y
… is for yoga, yellow, yardstick, yacht—”
Yacht!
“BUY—Boy Yacht? Blue Yacht? Blow Yacht?”
Then I gasped.
Blow Up Yacht
.
My heart pounded inside my chest. There it was in Stacey’s own words. She had blown up Roland’s yacht, then had dinner with a friend at a well-known restaurant as if it was no big deal!
I had to show Stacey’s phone to Bess and Georgeright away, but as I turned toward the door—
“I was just looking for that,” Stacey said.
Clutching the phone, I spun around. Stacey was entering the pool area, her mouth a grim line.
“Come on,” she said, holding out her hand. “Pony it up.”
I gripped the phone tighter as I took a step back. No way would I give up the only evidence I had on the yacht explosion.
“Oh, puh-leeze,” Stacey groaned. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing finders-keepers?”
“I’m not the one playing games, Stacey,” I said, nodding at her arm. “That burn isn’t from a catering accident, and you know it. It’s from blowing up Roland’s yacht.
“Why’d you do it?” I continued. “You must have known about the flammable oil drums on the yacht. Why would you want to ruin your own beach?”
“Give me a break!” she said. “Would I be planning this whole ‘save the beach’ shindig if I wanted to pollute it?”
Stacey lunged for her phone. I stepped back until I was caught between two lounge chairs, my back to the pool. She came toward me, and I had nowhere to go but up on the diving board.
“Give me my phone,” Stacey snapped, hopping upon the diving board. She stood at the other end, her feet planted firmly on the board.
I didn’t look down at the water for fear of becoming dizzy. I wasn’t worried about falling into the pool, since I was a good swimmer, but I was worried about what Stacey would do to me.
“Mrs. Fayne told me you girls were detectives,” Stacey said as she finally stopped inching forward. “Or maybe you’re just playing detective to feel grown-up.”
“Why don’t
you
grow up, Stacey, and come clean?” I said. “It can all end right now.”
“For me or for you?” Stacey smiled slyly. She then nodded at the water. “Why don’t you say hello to my little friend?”
Friend? I gazed deep down into the pool and froze. Swimming at the bottom were two of the sea creatures Stacey had promised for the party. Not turtles or tropical fish, but
sharks
!
DIVA OF DECEPTION
M y knees buckled with fear. So that’s what the black truck was delivering. How did Stacey ever pull that off?
The sharks weren’t big, but I was sure their teeth were—and with Stacey perched at the other end of the diving board, I had nowhere to go but down.
“You can keep my phone or your life,” Stacey said rather coolly. “All it would take is one tiny little push.”
I looked her straight in the eye.
“You can try to get rid of me, Stacey,” I said. “But I’m not the only one who knows your secret.”
Stacey heaved a big sigh as she threw her arms inthe air. “I don’t know why you keep insisting I would blow up a perfectly elegant yacht,” she said. “What an unfortunate waste that would be.”
One shark splashed in the water, and I cringed.
“Step back and get out of my way, Stacey,” I said, holding her phone over the water. But then I had a brilliant idea: I’d dial 911!
“I’m calling the police!”
“Don’t you dare. You can’t prove a thing.” Stacey’s voice was calmer now. She made her way up the diving board toward me, her face filled with quiet rage.
If I took my eyes off her to look at the phone,
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