Shadow of a Doubt by Carolyn Keene

you?” Carson asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Come on, Nancy. I’m your father, I can tell when something’s up.”
    Nancy was so relieved her father was finally on her side that the whole story spilled out of her.
    â€œDad, I followed Cheryl Pomeroy,” she told him. “You’re never going to believe this, but the reason she gave Gleason the file in the firstplace was because she’s going with Chris Gleason. She also told me that Chris has been to see Dennis Allard. It looks like he’s obsessed with the money that was never found.”
    Carson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So you think his main reason for getting you to investigate his father’s death is to lead him to the money?”
    Nancy nodded.
    â€œI’m going to change my mind again. I think it’s time I called the district attorney and told him my side of the story, including all of this about the Gleasons,” Carson said firmly. “And tomorrow I’m going to do just that.”
    â€œBut, Dad—” Nancy began.
    â€œNo buts,” Carson said. He came over to where she was standing by the fireplace and put a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve done more than enough for now. You are officially off the case again. I know you’re trying to help me, but you’re in over your head. I have to think of you. Now you really should get to bed. It’s late.”
    Nancy went upstairs. She knew her father was right. He had to call the DA, to try to clear his name if nothing else.
    But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to continue to get to the bottom of Chris Gleason’s motives. If he was using her, there was no way she was going to let him get away with it.
    Nancy was in bed before she remembered Gleason’s date book.
    I’m really losing my touch, she said to herself. She got up, opened her desk drawer, and took out the small notebook.
    Going page by page backward from the day Gleason died, Nancy pored over the notebook once more. She saw that Gleason had had appointments with Cheryl Pomeroy, Peter Nicodemus, Dennis Allard—nothing she didn’t already know. There had to be something important in the book if Gleason had bothered to hide it.
    After nearly an hour of trying to find any clue in the notebook, Nancy turned off her light. She decided that the next day she was going to get some answers from the two people who had to know more than they were telling: Chris Gleason and Dennis Allard.
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    â€œI was just about to call you,” Bess told Nancy on the phone the next morning. “How’s your dad?”
    Nancy briefly explained what had happened the night before. “Are you ready for action?” she asked her friend.
    â€œYou bet!” Bess answered. “Anything.”
    Nancy gave Kate Gleason’s address to Bess. “Get over there as fast as you can and watch her. If she leaves, follow her. I have a feelingshe’s up to something and I want to know what it is. Then meet me and George for lunch at Bonne Cuisine in the mall at twelve-thirty.”
    â€œGotcha,” Bess said, hanging up.
    Next Nancy called George, who was also more than happy to help her out.
    â€œCheryl Pomeroy, watch out,” she said, after Nancy had explained what she wanted George to do. “Because wherever you go, I’ll be there,” she said, laughing.
    â€œThanks, George. And let’s meet for lunch at Bonne Cuisine at twelve-thirty to talk about what you found out.” Nancy hung up the phone and left the house.
    After the short drive downtown in her rented car, Nancy pulled up in front of River Heights Bank and Trust. She wanted to find out if there was any way to trace the money. Nancy also had to determine whether or not there was any reason to suspect Dennis Allard.
    A few minutes later she was standing outside Dennis Allard’s office.
    â€œMr. Allard will be with you in a minute,”