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chairs. “Guess what, Nan?” Bess said excitedly. “During dinner Derek asked me to go dancing with him tomorrow night!”
    â€œAre you sure you’re going to feel like dancing after a day of workouts?” Nancy asked.
    â€œOh, don’t worry about me,” Bess said. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to lose five pounds, too. By tomorrow night I may even have sweated themoff. Then I can spend the rest of the week eating and hanging out!”
    Nancy laughed as they made their way upstairs to their suite. “But I think there’s something you should know about Derek.”
    â€œHe’s tall, dark, and handsome,” Bess said. “What else is there to know?”
    When they were inside their suite, Nancy told her friends what she had just seen.
    Bess was sobered by the news. “Well, at least I can try to find out what he’s up to,” she offered.
    â€œGreat,” Nancy said.
    â€œSpeaking of men,” Bess said, turning to George, “tell Nan about your big date.”
    â€œBig date?” Nancy repeated.
    â€œShe’s teasing,” George said to Nancy. “Kurt asked me to play tennis with him. He has an hour free before lunch. So when I make up my schedule in the morning, I’ll work it around that. I know I want to try water aerobics and run the par course. Maybe some snorkeling, too. Of course, if you need me for any investigating, Nan . . .”
    â€œWe’ll see,” Nancy said. “In any case, Kurt’s one of our main suspects, so don’t get too dreamy eyed. Do try to draw him out about Martika, though.”
    â€œGotcha. Serve and volley, but no love,” George quipped. “Do you seriously think it’s Kurt, though? I mean, just because he can’t spell?”
    â€œI would have said yes until a few minutes ago,” Nancy replied. “Now I’ve got to consider Derek, too. Of course, it doesn’t make sense that he’d try to ruin his sister. But we know he’s stealing from her. So there’s definitely more to him than meets the eye.”
    â€œIsn’t there always?” Bess said with a sigh. “Why can’t a gorgeous guy just be gorgeous?”
    Bess yawned. “I’m exhausted,” she said, stretching. “What time is it?”
    George checked her watch and said, “Almost ten. Do you realize we were up at five-thirty this morning in River Heights?”
    â€œWell, if I’m getting up at seven, I’m going to bed right now,” Bess said, heading for the bathroom. “I’ve got a monster day ahead of me. How about you, George?”
    â€œI’m with you,” she said, getting up. “Nan?”
    â€œI’ll prowl around awhile first,” Nancy said. “My mind is racing a mile a minute still, and I don’t think I could sleep if I tried.”
    â€œSorting out the suspects already?” George asked, stopping short of the bathroom.
    â€œUh-huh.” After saying good night, Nancy went downstairs to the lobby and out the rear doors to the patio. It was dotted with wrought-iron tables and chairs and ended about a hundred feet from the edge of the cliff. Off to the left was a gazebo, perfectly placed for watching the secluded beach below.
    In all, there were three sets of stairs leading down to the shore—one toward the middle of the patio and one at either end. All along the stone railing, people stood in small groups or pairs gazing out at the crashing surf and star-studded sky. Nancy joined them, struck by the beauty of the scene.
    â€œHi, there.” Nancy wheeled around to see Martika approaching, wearing a white blouse with billowing sleeves and a flowing dark skirt. “I went to your suite, and your friends said you’d gone for a walk. Glad I found you.”
    â€œDid you want to talk to me about anything in particular?” Nancy asked.
    â€œLots of things,” Martika said, slipping