“So you were trespassing!” George said.
“Only for a few minutes,” Mandy said. “Then we went to an awesome movie premiere in Westwood. But now that we know you’re not after our guys, we won’t be doing stuff like that anymore.”
“Gee, thanks,” George said sarcastically. “You’re just lucky we didn’t go to the police or call Stacey.”
“That would have been awkward,” Mallory said.
I was glad we got Mandy and Mallory to come clean about the messages. But there were still unanswered questions about the trash and that horrific needle.
“Can I ask you something?” I said. “Do you guys use makeup from Roland’s Renewal Retreat and Spa? The package has a yellow sunburst design—”
“Never!” Mandy cut in.
The sisters then looked straight into the camera.
“We use only Foxy Girl products,” Mallory said.
“Because in order to be foxy,” Mandy said, a provocative gleam in her eye, “you have to look foxy!”
“And—cut!” Bev shouted. “Great way to plug our sponsors, girls.”
Bess, George, and I exchanged looks.
That answered that.
Bev waved the cameraman over to Mallory on the sofa. “Let’s get a one-shot,” she said.
Peanut growled as Mallory tossed him off her lap. “What do I say?” she asked Bev.
“Talk about how relieved you are that the girls weren’t stealing your boyfriends,” Bev said quickly. “Blah, blah, blah.”
Out of nowhere a woman rushed over to Mallory. She brushed powder over her face, then hurried out of the shot.
“Three, two, and one,” Bev counted down before pointing to Mallory.
Bess, George, and I stood stunned as Mallory spoke directly to the camera. “We found out that the girls next door were not stealing our boyfriends. So, like, we left that message on their phone for nothing. I ruined my favorite lipstick for nothing too, which is totally stressing me out.”
“Cut!” Bev shouted. “Let’s take a ten-minute break, then shoot cutaways.”
“We’ll take a half hour.” Mandy smiled at us. “Let’s have coffee outside.”
We left the crew inside to lounge on the Casabian sisters’ deck. The five of us drank coffee and had our first real friendly chat.
“How do you like L.A.?” Mandy asked us.
“We love L.A!” Bess answered, shooting George a look. “And when I finally see Rodeo Drive, I’ll love it even more.”
“We can take you there one day,” Mandy said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Sure,” Mallory said. “Let’s all go out one night. We know the best clubs and places to eat—”
“And a lot of cute guys to introduce you to,” Mandy added. “Unless you already have boyfriends.”
“I do,” I replied. “His name is Ned.”
The sisters smiled when I showed them Ned’s picture on my phone.
“Nice!” Mallory said.
I thought this was a good time to mention Mia. I still hadn’t forgotten seeing her on the yacht last night.
“You two have boyfriends,” I said slowly. “But what about Mia? Is she seeing anybody?”
Their faces dropped.
“Who knows anything about Mia these days?” Mallory said softly. “She’s still over at that dumb spa.”
“Well, we think we saw Mia last night. She was getting on a yacht with a bunch of other people,” Bess said.
“You saw Mia?” Mandy gasped. She turned to Mallory and said, “She was probably on Roland’s yacht.”
“So it is Roland’s yacht,” I said.
Mallory nodded. “Everyone in Malachite keeps their yachts at the marina,” she said. “Except Roland. He keeps his anchored off his beach at all times.”
I wondered why that was, but I still had a few more questions about Mia. “Why don’t you go to the retreat and find out about your sister?”
“We’ve tried,” Mandy said. “The first time we went, Mia told us she was fine. The next visit, some blond woman in a white suit told us that Mia didn’t want to see us.”
Blond woman in a white suit? Inge!
“Did you ever try calling or texting her?” George asked.
“Sure, but Mia doesn’t answer,” Mandy said.
“Except that one time,” Mallory reminded her sister. “I got her to stay on for a few minutes, but it was weird. She sounded like a different person.”
“A different person?” I repeated.
“Her voice was flat, and she kept going on and on about Roland,” Mallory explained.
“Well, it gets even weirder,” Mandy went on. “We just got a call from the bank asking about a huge withdrawal from Mia’s account. I’m pretty sure Mia took out the money, but why would she need all that money in a place like that?”
“It’s a mystery,” Mallory said.
The word “mystery” made Bess, George, and me trade glances. Should we tell the sisters we were detectives?
Probably not.
Bev called Mandy and Mallory back into the house.
“Thanks for the coffee,” George said. “But no more messages on Stacey’s phone, okay?”
Mallory quickly looked over her shoulder, then whispered to us, “Those mean messages were Bev’s idea.”
“She said it would make great TV,” Mandy added with a shrug. “Sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” I said. “Keep us posted on Mia, okay?”
“Deal,” Mallory agreed.
On our way back to the house, we stopped on the beach, hoping the dead gull we had seen was a bad dream, but it wasn’t—it was still there.
“I believe Mandy and Mallory when they said they didn’t trash our beach,” I admitted. “They seemed to have pretty solid alibis.”
“How do we know they’re solid?” George asked.
“I know a way we can find out,” Bess said. She pulled out her phone and went online. “There’s a site called Star Track. It tells you where and when celebrities are on the town—with tons of pictures.”
“I’m supposed to be the computer geek here,” George complained. “How come I didn’t know about Star Track?”
“Because you’re not star struck,” I said with a smile. “Like Bess is.”
George and I peered over Bess’s shoulder. Music blared as a flashy home page appeared. Pictures of celebrities smiled out of blinking silver stars. One star contained a picture of the Casabian sisters.
“Perfect!” Bess said, clicking on the star.
Up popped photos of Mandy and Mallory. One showed them standing side by side on a red carpet dressed in animal print minidresses. Mandy’s was zebra, Mallory’s leopard.
“‘Mandy and Mallory Casabian looking wild at the premiere of Love Safari,’” I read the caption aloud.
“It says the date of the premiere was last night,” Bess pointed out. “Just as they said.”
“Okay, so they didn’t lie about last night,” George said. “But what about two nights ago, when the garbage was dumped?”
Bess scrolled down to the next picture. It showed the sisters walking into a club called Tic-Tock two nights ago. A giant clock over the door read two o’clock.
“That’s when I heard the voices,” I said. “If Mandy and Mallory were clubbing late that night, they couldn’t have been on the beach.”
“Which means the sisters are clean,” Bess said. “So if Mandy and Mallory didn’t make that mess—who did?”
I didn’t have a clue, until I remembered the yellow sunburst logo on the makeup containers. The sisters didn’t use the spa’s makeup, so…
“Could the spa have dumped the trash?” I asked.
“Why would a spa of all places throw garbage on our beach?” George wondered. “Or on any beach, for that matter?”
I felt the warm foam of a wave roll over my foot. Which made me think…“Maybe the spa didn’t dump it—maybe it came in with the tide,” I said.
“The tide?” Geo
rge furrowed her brow. “I’m not getting this, Nancy.”
“The yacht, George. What if they dumped their garbage off the yacht, into the ocean?”
“Why would they do that?” Bess asked.
“Maybe they’re too cheap to hire a private trash pickup service,” I said. “Or maybe they’re too lazy to recycle.”
“Especially if they use hypodermic needles,” George said, glancing down at her foot. “They’d have to dispose of them in a nonhazardous way.”
“So to save time or money,” Bess went on, “the spa secretly dumps their trash? Maybe ‘garbage in, garbage out’ really does mean something.”
“Maybe,” I said. But I wasn’t entirely convinced; it still seemed kind of strange to me.
Then George reminded us, “Well, the hospital should have the results on the needle soon, and we’ll know what the spa is using them for.”
“It’s got to be Botox,” Bess said. “I mean, did you see that portrait of Roland? It’s a wonder he can still blink—he looks so weird.”
“What’s weird,” I said, “is how Mandy and Mallory described Mia, like she’s a whole new person.”
Bess pointed to the next beach. “Why don’t we find out for ourselves?” she said. I turned to see Mia Casabian, alone on the beach, doing tai chi.
“I know it’s private property, but let’s go talk to her,” I said. “It’s a long shot, but maybe she’ll tell us why she never went home.”
We walked along the shore to the retreat’s beachfront.
“Hi, Mia,” I called as we walked over. “Nice to meet you. I’m Nancy and these are my friends Bess and George.”
“Are you fans?” Mia frowned.
“Yes, I mean, no, I mean…” Bess was flustered. “We’re living in Stacey Manning’s house while she’s away on business.”
Mia glanced at the mansion behind us.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said in almost a whisper. “This is the retreat’s private beach.”
“I know. We just want you to know your sisters are worried about you,” I said.
“Why won’t you go home, Mia?” George asked. “The pedicures here can’t be that good.”
Mia shook her head. “I can’t. Roland says I have to focus on myself and the renewal process, not on my sisters.”
“But Mandy and Mallory care about you,” I said.
“That’s what they want you to think,” Mia answered. A smile swept slowly across her face. “Nobody cares for me as much as Roland.”
What was up with this guy Roland? Most of all, what was up with this retreat?
“What’s the renewal process all about, Mia?” I probed. “What do you have to do?”
“It’s amazing!” Mia exclaimed. “For a whole week, students of Roland go through different challenges, both physical and mental.”
“What kind of challenges?” George asked.
“Only students of Roland get to find out,” Mia said with an apologetic smile.
I was just going to ask about Inge when someone called Mia’s name. A guy who looked to be in his early twenties walked toward us. The sunburst logo on the shirt pocket told me he was a spa employee—or a Roland devotee.
“Time for your aura evaluation, Mia,” he said with a tight grin.
“Thank you, Scotty,” Mia said.
Without a good-bye, she turned and headed back to the mansion. But Scotty stayed behind with us.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
I nodded toward our own beach. “We’re your neighbors,” I explained. “We just came over to say hi to—”
“This beach is the private property of Roland and the retreat. You’re not welcome,” Scotty interrupted. He turned and walked quickly back to the mansion.
“I would have asked him about the trash,” I finally said. “But he seemed way too scary.”
“So did Mia,” Bess said. “Did you see the way her eyes lit up whenever she talked about Roland?”
I did. And that made me think we had more to worry about than just the trash on the beach.
“You guys,” I said, “I don’t think Roland is running a spa here.”
“Then what is it?” Bess asked.
“I think…” I paused and turned my eyes on the mansion. “It’s a cult.”
CULT CRASHERS
“A cult?” Bess repeated. “As in…brainwashing?”
“Think about it,” I said as we walked along the shore to our own beach. “Everyone we met at the retreat talks about Roland like he was their brilliant leader.”
“Mia and that guy Brad did seem pretty zombielike,” George agreed.
“And don’t most cults persuade followers to hand over their worldly possessions?” I pointed out.
“Mia’s bank account,” George remembered. “Roland could have convinced Mia to withdraw a huge chunk of money to hand over to him.””
But when I looked at Bess, she seemed unconvinced.
“I can’t believe stuff like that is happening next door,” she insisted. “The spa seems so classy and well run.”
“The spa could be a front for the cult and the perfect way to attract more followers, Bess,” I said.
“Now you’re giving me the creeps.” Bess frowned.
As we turned onto our beach I wondered about Mia. Why was she so over the moon about Roland? And what about Brad? What had made him so dehydrated—enough to end up in the hospital?
What I said next surprised even me.
“Bess, George,” I said. “I’m going back to Roland’s Renewal Retreat and Spa. I’m signing up for the full-week intensive.”
“What?” George asked, surprised.
“You mean you’re joining that cult?” Bess cried.
“I’m not joining anything,” I insisted. “I want to find out the truth about what’s really going on.”
George rolled her eyes to the sky. “Great,” she groaned. “We get a fabulous beach house for three weeks and you want to waste an entire week in that kooky place.”
“You don’t need a week to find out if and why they’re dumping their trash in the ocean, do you?” Bess asked.
“It’s not just about the trash anymore,” I said. “I want to see if I can help Mia. She acted so spacey. And the shouting we heard at the retreat was awful.”
“So you’re really going to do this?” George asked me. “What happened to taking a vacation from mysteries?”
“How can we relax knowing what might be going on right next door?” I asked.
“Okay, Nancy, but you’re not going to that place alone,” Bess said. “George and I are going there with you.”
“What?” George cried. “We can’t all leave Stacey’s house after she put us in charge.”
“George, you stay here. Bess and I will investigate. We might need you to look stuff up on the computer for us.”
“Until they turn you into Roland-worshipping zombies too,” George said. “What if that Inge doesn’t let you sign up? After seeing us snooping around, she might know you’re up to something.”
“Good point,” I admitted. “But we’ll worry about Inge when the time comes.”
“Maybe we should tell Mandy and Mallory we’re going over,” Bess suggested. “They might want to know we’re trying to help Mia.”
I shook my head. “If their producer Bev finds out, she’ll storm the place with the camera crew. Let’s wait before we say anything,” I said.
“So…when are you guys leaving?” George asked slowly.
“I think Bess and I should pack and go over there as soon as possible,” I explained.
While Bess and I got ready, George made us double-stuffed sky-high sandwiches, just in case the food at the retreat consisted of a daily diet of watercress and twigs.
“Good luck, you two,” George said as we finally left the house. “Make sure you stay connected.”
“We will,” I promised. “Make sure you don’t leave your phone or your computer.”
Bess laughed. ??
?Does she ever?”
Carrying our duffel bags, we made our way down the road to Roland’s Renewal Retreat and Spa. Luna seemed genuinely happy to see us when she opened the door.
“Why, hello there,” she greeted us. “Here for more treatments?”
I nodded at the bag on my shoulder and said, “Actually, we’re here to sign up for the weeklong intensive.”
Luna blinked with surprise. “Oh, my,” she said. “In that case, come with me, please.”
Instead of taking us to the spa’s waiting room, Luna led us down another hallway. Stopping at a door at the end, she knocked four times and waited.
After a few seconds a voice said, “Come in.”
Bess and I traded glances. The frosty voice was clearly Inge’s.
As Luna opened the door, I could see Inge sitting regally behind a large mahogany desk. She peered at us over the glasses resting on the tip of her nose.
“Thank you, Luna,” Inge said. She gestured to two chairs in front of her desk.
I was surprised when Inge flashed a cheery smile and said, “Please sit down. I had a feeling you’d be back.”
“You did?” Bess asked.
“Yes,” Inge said, folding her hands on her desk. “There was something in your faces that told me you wanted to know more.”
Was Inge onto us?
“Um,” I said, smiling at the elaborate portrait of Roland behind her desk. “We actually want to learn everything about Roland’s philosophy.”
“His book You are That seems so…inspiring!” Bess chimed in.
“How many times did you read it?” Inge asked.
“H-how many times?” Bess stammered.
“Most people sign up for the intensive and come back a few days later to begin.” Inge looked at our luggage. “You seem ready to check in right away.”
“We’re only in town for a short time,” Bess blurted.
“So we need to start now,” I added.
Inge nodded as she observed us silently. Then her smile returned suddenly, and she said, “And so you shall!”
“Shall what?” I asked.
“Join the intensive. But before you begin the renewal process, you must fill out these forms,” she said, and handed us two clipboards. “Remember to sign your names at the bottom.”
Inge stood up and walked over to a nearby file cabinet. She pretended to be busy rummaging through the files, but I could feel her radar on us.