Free The Sign in the Smoke (Nancy Drew Diaries Book 12) by Carolyn Keene Page B

had been taken to the lake—“It looks like someone’s messed-up idea of a prank”—and that we, sadly, would have to make do with the mattresses for now.
    “Who would do it?” Cece asked, once we had the lights out and were all lying on our mattresses, trying to snuggle with sweatshirts and jeans. “Who would think that was funny?”
    “I really don’t know,” I admitted, trying to quiet my overactive sleuthing brain.
    It was a long time before I could get to sleep that night.

    “Nancy,” George whispered as she settled beside me on a bench on the edge of the sports field. “I bet you didn’t get much sleep last night.”
    I kept looking ahead, watching my campers, who were having a soccer lesson with Sam. “I didn’t,” I agreed. “That mattress was kind of cold.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” George scoffed, “and you know it. BESS!” She called across the field to where Bess had wandered. “Bess’s kids have wood crafts this morning,” George explained to me. “They were going to make a picture frame or something? Mine are swimming. I kind of like having these little breaks.”
    Bess caught sight of us and jogged over. “Hey, guys,” she said, sliding in next to me on the bench. “Were you talking about the Great Sleeping Bag Heist?”
    I cringed.
    “We were,” George said, glancing over at me. “Sort of, anyway. I was trying to get Nancy to tell us her theories.”
    Bess’s eyes lit up. “Nancy has theories! Awesome!”
    I cleared my throat. “ Actually ,” I said, “I have no theories. I have no feelings about the sleeping bag situation whatsoever . . . except that I would like mine back. I hear they’re passing them out, washed and dried, after lunch.”
    Bess furrowed her brows. “What?” she said. “You, Nancy Drew, have no feelings about a developing mystery?”
    “It’s not a mystery ,” I groaned. Please, let it not be a mystery.
    George was giving me major side-eye. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked. “This is a classic mystery. Weird things happen! More weird things happen! Stakes are raised! You guys, I got, like, five hours of sleep last night.” She sighed. “I never realized how much I need my sleeping bag. I may be a little weird today.”
    “How would we tell?” Bess asked with a smirk.
    George shoved her.
    “Someone stole some sleeping bags as a prank,” I said, trying to ignore the feeling that I was attempting to convince myself. “That’s all.”
    George shook her head. “Are you serious right now?” she asked. “You’re forgetting how someone tried to drown you in the lake. Or the headlines I found about some tragedy happening here, and then Bella’s weird story about the drowning.”
    I looked up at her, surprised.
    “I’m not saying I believe Bella’s story,” she said, holding up her hands as though to wave off the idea. “I’m just saying, Google result and creepy ghost legend? Something is going on here. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”
    I was quiet for a moment. I wished what George was saying didn’t make so much sense.
    “What if this is all that happens?” I asked in a small voice. “The sleeping bags disappear, and that’s the last weird thing. Nobody getting pulled underwater. No weird sounds drifting over the lake.”
    Bess raised her eyebrows at me. “Do you really think that’s likely, Nancy?”
    I sighed. No. Obviously no. Because that never happens when I’m around. “I was going to take the summer off,” I said plaintively, and it came out sounding like a whine.
    “Evil never takes the summer off,” George said resolutely, watching the soccer lesson.
    I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. The summer was going so well so far. No missing pets, no weird threatening notes . . .
    “Oh look! It’s Miles! I bet he could answer some questions for us! Miles! ” cried Bess. I opened my eyes to see her jumping up and waving over the camp’s codirector. He looked a little surprised, but