Free The Secret at Solaire by Carolyn Keene

asked. “Alain practically threatens Nancy and you’re calling me rude?”
    â€œIt wasn’t a threat,” Bess insisted.
    â€œLet’s not argue about Alain right now,” Nancy said. “There’s a phone call I have to make before I forget the number.”
    She took the phone from the bedside table and dialed the number she’d memorized from Kim’s employment application. On the other end of the line, an answering machine came on, telling Nancy she’d reached the Foster residence. Nancy sighed and left her number, hoping Kim’s family would call back.
    The phone rang a few hours later, just as the girls were dropping off to sleep. “Mrs. Foster?” Nancy asked eagerly.
    â€œNo,” said a dry voice at the other end of the line. “It’s your father. Will that do?”
    â€œDad!” Nancy exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re getting back to me so soon.”
    â€œWell, it sounded pretty urgent,” Carson Drew said. “So I called a few friends, here and in Paris, and got some information. First, I checked out the Roziers. The two of them ran a very exclusive spa on the island of St. Martin, also called Spa Solaire. That’s apparentlywhere Laurent developed his line of cosmetics.”
    â€œThat’s pretty much what I read in the Solaire brochures,” Nancy said with a sigh. “Did you find any information on what they were doing before St. Martin?”
    Her father gave a soft laugh. “Now, that’s rather interesting. About five years before the Roziers showed up in St. Martin, Jacqueline officially retired as one of Paris’s leading fashion models. She wasn’t married to Laurent then. She was simply known as Jacqueline. And then, it seems, she dropped off the face of the planet. There’s no more information about her until she showed up in St. Martin with Laurent three years ago, purchased an old resort, and opened the first Solaire.”
    â€œWhat about Laurent?” Nancy asked.
    â€œAgain, nothing,” Carson Drew replied. “All I found was a marriage certificate.”
    â€œAnd Heather Sinclair?”
    â€œFive years ago, she and several others sued Jeunesse. Heather had developed a severe eye infection after using their mascara, and she eventually went blind. Another American, a young model who was working in Paris, had such a severe allergic reaction to the Jeunesse cold cream that it left her skin permanently scarred. Her career was ruined. Jeunesse paid the immediate medical costs and agreed to ahefty settlement. But the settlement was never paid.”
    â€œWhy not?” Nancy asked, her curiosity growing.
    â€œWell, one day there was a Jeunesse and the next day, the company was gone. The office was empty, the bank accounts were closed, and the staff was gone.”
    â€œWho was the owner?” Nancy asked.
    â€œA chemist named Pierre Dennon, who also pulled a disappearing act,” Carson Drew replied. “His car went off a cliff and exploded. No one ever found the body.”
    â€œDad,” Nancy said slowly, “do you think Pierre Dennon could be Laurent Rozier?”
    â€œI was wondering the same thing,” her father said.
    Nancy had one more question. “And what happened to Heather Sinclair?”
    â€œAnother mystery,” Carson Drew answered. “She returned to the States, but her father, Henry, had sold his ranch. There’s no other record of them in Arizona. I’ll have to keep working on it.”
    â€œThanks for all your help, Dad,” Nancy said. “I’ll let you know if I come up with anything.”
    She placed the phone receiver back on the hook and glanced over at Bess and George. Both of her friends were sound asleep. She’d have to wait until morning to fill them in on the latest news. Maybe that was just as well. It wasgoing to take her a while to put all of the pieces