heâs at the end of a very bad day.
âI thought I knew just about everyone in the department,â Nancy said after introducing herself. âYou must be new.â
âIâve been working in Chicago,â he said shortly. Looking past Nancy and Joanna, he nodded at the crowded party, which was still going strong. âNobodyâs gone home, I hope. Weâll have to question everyone.â
âOh, do you really have to?â Joanna asked. âThese are all my friends. They wouldnât have stolen the necklace.â
âYou donât know that for sure,â Detective Ryan told her. âDid you tell anyone here about it?â
Blushing, Joanna nodded. âJust about everyone,â she admitted.
The detective looked grim. âYouâd be surprised what some people will do for money, even so-called friends,â he said.
âShe didnât tell anyone about the safe, though,â Nancy said, trying to be helpful. âAll she said was that her father had brought back a necklace. I donât think anyone knew exactly where it was. Besides, whoever got into that safe had to have been a professional. Iâm positive that no one that I know here could have done it.â
Still not smiling, Detective Ryan gaveNancy a long look. âThanks for your opinion, Ms. Drew,â he said finally. âNow, if itâs all right with you, Iâll get on with the official investigation.â He told the other police officer to start questioning the party guests, then turned back to Joanna. âIâd like to see the safe now and get a good description of the necklace.â
As the three of them walked to the study, Joanna leaned close to Nancy and whispered, âI thought you said you got along great with the police. So why is this guy treating you like youâre contagious?â
âIâm not sure,â Nancy whispered back. âHe doesnât know me, so maybe he thinks I donât know what Iâm talking about.â
âWell, tell him who you are, then!â Joanna said. âOnce he knows, heâll probably be glad to have you on his side.â
Nancy turned and sneaked a look at Detective Ryan, who was a couple of steps behind the girls. He was frowning, and his handsome face looked as if it were carved out of stone. âI think Iâll wait,â she said. âI get the feeling he wouldnât be impressed even if I were Sherlock Holmes.â
As Detective Ryan checked out the safe and talked to Joanna, Nancy kept her mouth shut, but she watched him closely and listened carefully. He knew what he was doing, that muchwas obvious. He asked all the right questions, and he even got Joanna to admit that she might have told a few people about the safe. Not anyone at the party, but maybe some people at the River Heights Country Club, where she had been spending her days.
âJoanna!â Nancy couldnât help butting in. âYou didnât tell me about that. You said nobody knew about the safe.â
âI guess I forgot.â Joanna looked embarrassed. âBut I promise, Nancy, that nobodyâabsolutely nobodyâknows the combination.â She looked at Detective Ryan. âIâve also asked Nancy to help solve this case, and she said she would. Sheâs a detective, too, you know.â
As Nancy had predicted, Detective Ryan wasnât impressed. In fact, he looked disgusted. âA detective?â he asked, looking at Nancy.
Nancy nodded.
âAn amateur detective, I take it?â Detective Ryan said.
Nancy nodded again. âBut Iâve done pretty well for an amateur,â she told him. âAnd as Joanna said, I promised her Iâd help. So, please, let me know what I can do.â
When he didnât answer, Nancy continued, saying, âIt really doesnât look much like amateur work, does it, Detective? You did take a good look at that safe, didnât you? I thinkweâre
James Patterson, Andrew Gross