Dark Secrets 2: No Time to Die and The Deep End of Fear (Dark Secrets Series)
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Dark Secrets 2: No Time to Die and The Deep End of Fear (Dark Secrets Series)

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by Elizabeth Chandler
     
 

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Secrets taken to the grave don’t always stay buried.

In No Time to Die, Jenny is devastated by the recent death of her sister, Liza. Looking for a sense of closure, she secretly signs up for the drama camp where Liza died. Jenny knows that someone here holds the key to what really happened to Liza that night, but if she doesn’t find out the

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Secrets taken to the grave don’t always stay buried.

In No Time to Die, Jenny is devastated by the recent death of her sister, Liza. Looking for a sense of closure, she secretly signs up for the drama camp where Liza died. Jenny knows that someone here holds the key to what really happened to Liza that night, but if she doesn’t find out the truth soon, she may become the next victim.

In The Deep End of Fear, Kate has tried to bury the horrible memories associated with the Westbrook estate. After her best friend Ashley drowned on the estate, Kate vowed never to return. But now, twelve years later, she is drawn back towards the house and that fatal icy pond. There, Kate still feels Ashley’s presence and the past seems to be pulling her back towards Ashley’s life-threatening dares.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781416994626
Publisher:
Simon Pulse
Publication date:
05/04/2010
Series:
Dark Secrets Series, #2
Edition description:
Bind-Up
Pages:
599
Sales rank:
222,817
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.80(d)
Age Range:
12 Years

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Jenny? Jenny, are you there? Please pick up the phone, Jen. I have to talk to you. Did you get my e-mail? I don’t know what to do. I think I’d better leave Wisteria.

Jenny, where are you? You promised you’d visit me. Why haven’t you come? I wish you’d pick up the phone.

Okay, listen, I have to get back to rehearsal. Call me. Call me soon as you can.

I RETRIEVED MY sister’s message about eleven o’clock that night when I arrived home at our family’s New York apartment. I called her immediately, if somewhat reluctantly. Liza was a year ahead of me, but in many ways I was the big sister, always getting her out of her messes—and she got in quite a few. Thanks to her talent for melodrama, my sister could turn a small misunderstanding in a school cafeteria into tragic opera.

Though I figured this was one more overblown event, I stayed up till two a.m., calling her cell phone repeatedly. Early the next morning I tried again to reach her. Growing uneasy, I decided to tell Mom about the phone message. Before I could, however, the Wisteria police called. Liza had been found murdered.

Eleven months later Sid drove me up and down the tiny streets of Wisteria, Maryland. “I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all,” he said.

“I think it’s a pretty town,” I replied, pretending not to understand him. “They sure have enough flowers.”

“You know what I’m saying, Jenny.”

Sid was my father’s valet and driver. Years of shuttling Dad back and forth between our apartment and the theater, driving Liza to dance and voice lessons and me to gymnastics, had made him part of the family.

“Your parents shouldn’t have let you come here, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Chase College has a good summer program in high school drama,” I pointed out.

“You hate drama.”

“A person can change, Sid,” I replied—not that I had.

“You change? You’re the steadiest, most normal person in your family.”

I laughed. “Given my family, that’s not saying much.”

My father, Lee Montgomery, the third generation of an English theater family, does everything with a flair for the dramatic. He reads grocery lists and newspaper ads like Shakespearean verse. When he lifts a glass from our dishwasher to see if it’s clean, he looks like Hamlet contemplating Yorick’s skull. My mother, the former Tory Summers, a child and teen star who spent six miserable years in California, happily left that career and married the next one, meaning my father. But she is still an effusive theater type—warm and expressive and not bound by things like facts or reason. In many ways Liza was like Mom, a butterfly person.

I have my mother’s red hair and my father’s physical agility, but I must have inherited some kind of mutated theater gene: I get terrible stage fright.

“I don’t think it’s safe here,” Sid went on with his argument.

“The murder rate is probably one tenth of one percent of New York’s,” I observed. “Besides, Sid, Liza’s killer has moved north. New Jersey was his last hit. I bet he’s waiting for you right now at the Brooklyn Bridge.”

Sid grunted. I was pretty sure I didn’t fool him with my easy way of talking about Liza’s murderer. For a while it had helped that her death was the work of a serial killer, for the whole idea was so unreal, the death so impersonal, I could keep the event at a distance—for a while.

Sid pulled over at the corner of Shipwrights Street and Scarborough Road, as I had asked him to, a block from the college campus. Before embarking on this trip I had checked out a map of Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Wisteria sat on a piece of land close to the Chesapeake Bay, bordered on one side by the Sycamore River and on the other two by large creeks, the Oyster and the Wist. I had plotted our approach to the colonial town, choosing a route that swung around the far end of Oyster Creek, so we wouldn’t have to cross the bridge. Liza had been murdered beneath it.

Sid turned off the engine and looked at me through the rearview mirror. “I’ve driven you too many years not to get suspicious when you want to be left off somewhere other than where you say you’re going.”

I smiled at him and got out. Sid met me at the back of the long black sedan and pulled out my luggage. It was going to be a haul to Drama House.

“So why aren’t I taking you to the door?”

“I told you. I’m traveling incognito.”

He rolled his eyes. “Like I’m famous and they’ll know who you are when they see me dropping you off. What’s the real reason, Jenny?”

“I just told you—I don’t want to draw attention to myself.”

In fact, my parents had agreed to let me attend under a different last name. My mother, after recovering from the shock that I wanted to do theater rather than gymnastics, had noted that the name change would reduce the pressure. My father thought that traveling incognito bore the fine touch of a Shakespearean romance.

They were less certain about my going to the town of Wisteria, to the same camp Liza had. But my father was doing a show in London, and I told them that, at seventeen, I was too old to hang out and do nothing at a hotel. Since I had never been to Wisteria, it would have fewer memories to haunt me than our New York apartment and the bedroom I had shared with Liza.

I put on my backpack and gave Sid a hug. “Have a great vacation! See you in August.”

Tugging on the handle of my large, wheeled suitcase, I strode across the street in the direction of Chase campus, trying hard not to look at Sid as he got in the car and drove away. Saying good-bye to my parents at the airport had been difficult this time; leaving Sid wasn’t a whole lot easier. I had learned that temporary good-byes can turn out to be forever.

I dragged my suitcase over the bumpy brick sidewalk. Liza had been right about the humidity here. At the end of the block I fished an elastic band from my backpack and pulled my curly hair into a loose ponytail.

Straight ahead of me lay the main quadrangle of Chase College, redbrick buildings with steep slate roofs and multipaned windows. A brick wall with a lanterned gate bordered Chase Street. I passed through the gate and followed a tree-lined path to a second quad, which had been built behind the first. Its buildings were also colonial in style, though some appeared newer. I immediately recognized the Raymond M. Stoddard Performing Arts Building.

Liza had described it accurately as a theater that looked like an old town hall, with high, round-topped windows, a slate roof, and a tall clock tower rising from one corner. The length of the building ran along the quad, with the entrance to the theater at one end, facing a parking lot and college athletic fields.

I had arrived early for our four o’clock check-in at the dorms. Leaving my suitcase on the sidewalk, I climbed the steps to the theater. If Liza had been with me, she would have insisted that we go in. Something happened to Liza when she crossed the threshold of a theater—it was the place she felt most alive.

Last July was the first time my sister and I had ever been separated. After middle school she had attended the School for the Arts and I a Catholic high school, but we had still shared a bedroom, we had still shared the details of our lives. Then Liza surprised us all by choosing a summer theater camp in Maryland over a more prestigious program in the New York area, which would have been better suited to her talent and experience. She was that desperate to get away from home.

Once she got to Wisteria, however, she missed me. She e-mailed and texted constantly, and begged me to come meet her new friends, especially Michael. All she could talk about was Michael and how they were in love, and how this was love like no one else had ever known. I kept putting off my visit. I had lived so long in her shadow, I needed the time to be someone other than Liza Montgomery’s sister. Then suddenly I was given all the time in the world.

For the last eleven months I had struggled to concentrate in school and gymnastics and worked hard to convince my parents that everything was fine, but my mind and heart were somewhere else. I became easily distracted. I kept losing things, which was ironic, for I was the one who had always found things for Liza.

Without Liza, life had become very quiet, and yet I knew no peace. I could not explain it to my parents—to anyone—but I felt as if Liza’s spirit had remained in Wisteria, as if she were waiting for me to keep my promise to come.

I reached for the brass handle on the theater door and found the entrance unlocked. Feeling as if I were expected, I went in.

© 2001 Mary Claire Helldorfer

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Chandler is a pseudonym for Mary Claire Helldorfer. She is the author of the Kissed by an Angel and Dark Secrets series. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After the first page i was hooked! A must reaf
BooksWithBite More than 1 year ago
I am really getting into these books! In the first book, No Time to die, the reader see Jenny trying to figure out her sisters death. I enjoyed following Jenny learn things about her sister that she didn't know as well as figuring out what happen during her last days. Jenny went under a different name and played everyone like a guitar! She nosed around, ask questions, etc. It was really cool to find out who the killer was. But I would have never thought that it be something that happen so many years ago that brought trouble to Liza. It had a great twist and great mysterious to it. In, The Deep End of Fear, the reader follows along with Kate after her fathers passes to find out what he was hiding. Again, the reader follows Kate trying to figure out what happen with the whole family fall out and what was being hidden. I must admit that this family was being used and abused. I really admired Kate. Just like Jenny, she was strong minded and looked for answers. No, she demanded them. She wanted to know what was happening right now! In both books, the same element of a dark secret being hidden from the family for years comes back to haunt them. I like how both families were fueled by revenge to get back at someone who did have something to do with it but they didn't know. They were kids. I mean c'mon. You honestly expected them to pay for something they did when they were 3 yrs old. Old rich families come out of the dark to make them pay and in different ways that it was scary!
falling-_-star More than 1 year ago
i love elizabeth chandler's books. if you like mysteries with some romance thrown in there then her books are for you. this book as well as her others is exciting and written very well, you will not want to put it down until you finish it. i have to say, now that i read all but her newest book i wish she would write more mysteries
Elizabethann79 More than 1 year ago
this book was really good!! i couldnt put it down
Crissysaur More than 1 year ago
After reading the first book, I had to read the second, and I'm still happy with the books. I love how every story is the same, but different in a good way. If anything it's edgy, and it'll keep you reading - I read this book in 3 days. I'm looking forward to the next book.
cecexoxo More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing, but what else can you expect from Elizabeth Chandler? Some chapters make your heart skip a beat. Though it deals with a bit of a supernatural element the characters are still easy to relate too. This book is worth reading and after you read it you'll want to re-read it.
Vamps4ever More than 1 year ago
The continuation of the series that takes place in Wisteria, Maryland. It makes you wonder what life would be like without the old families that have lived there for generations. Would there still be dark secrets to keep hidden? This book keeps you guessing and wondering just as much as Dark Secrets 1. Great, suspenseful read.
zera17 More than 1 year ago
Just like the book before it is amazing... i could not put it down!! MUST READ!!
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I love love love this book and this series, my brother bought the first book for me and i was HOOKED it was great and i couldnt help but fall in love with the entire book with all the characters! It is a must read
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Love these books. I could read them forever!
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This book you would never except the ending no wonder i loved this book
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Best book I've ever read!I love all of her books, a must read!
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Loved it!
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Great ! A total must read!
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