Dead Is Not an Option
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Authors: Marlene Perez
Tags: #Family, #School & Education, #Mysteries & Detective Stories, #Family & Relationships, #Sisters, #Fantasy & Magic, #Siblings, #Interpersonal Relations, #High schools, #Juvenile Fiction, #Fiction, #Schools, #Psychic ability, #Supernatural, #Girls & Women, #Interpersonal Relations in Adolescence, #Social Issues, #General, #Friendship
Dead is not an Option
Marlene Perez
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HOUGHTON MIFFLIN HARCOURT
Boston New York 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Marlene Perez
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Perez, Marlene.
Dead is not an option / Marlene Perez.
p. cm.
Summary: In the spring of her senior year, psychic sleuth Daisy Giordano worries
about getting into a college near her boyfriend, Ryan, but must also investigate and try
to resolve a conflict between vampires and shapeshifters that threatens to cancel prom.
[1. Supernatural—Fiction. 2. Psychic ability—Fiction. 3. High schools—Fiction.
4. Schools—Fiction. 5. Interpersonal relations—Fiction. 6. Sisters—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.P4258Ddn 2011
[Fic]—dc22 2010027407
ISBN 978-0-547-34593-2
Printed in the United States of America
DOM 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
To the members of the writers' dorm
.
Save a spot for me!
CHAPTER ONE
I was haunting
the mailbox. It was already late March and I should have been receiving an acceptance letter anytime, at least that's what I hoped. I had applied to three colleges, but UC Nightshade was my first choice.
It might seem weird to want to stay in the same small town where I'd always lived, but my father, through no fault of his own, had been away from the family and hadn't been back home that long. I couldn't bear to disappoint him by leaving.
Besides, my two older sisters already went to UC Nightshade, so I'd have the benefit of their advice. And more important, my boyfriend, Ryan, was applying to UC Nightshade too.
On my way home from school I spotted someone in a blue uniform standing in front of our mailbox. The postal carrier! But when I rushed up I was surprised to see it wasn't our usual carrier. Instead it was a strange woman with light brown hair who was standing with one hand in our mailbox.
"Where's Mr. Johansson?" I asked. He'd been our mail carrier for years.
The woman turned, startled, and I noticed a purple birthmark on her face.
"Vacation," she mumbled, and hurried off.
I was disappointed to find the mailbox empty. The anticipation was going to kill me. My whole family had noticed my frequent trips to the mailbox, and Poppy sometimes messed with me by hiding the mail.
Mom's car was in the driveway, which meant she was home already. I walked through the front door and into the hallway.
"Daisy, the mail's on the kitchen counter," Mom called from upstairs. It was unusual to find her home before me on a weekday. It must be a slow day for crime. Mom was a psychic investigator, and she helped local law enforcement agencies with their cases. It made life interesting, since Nightshade's chief of police was the father of my boyfriend.
Ryan and I seemed to have inherited their taste for crime solving, since with his help I'd solved several crimes in Nightshade. You know what they say: The couple that solves crimes together stays together. Well, they don't really say that, but they should.
I thumbed quickly through the pile of mail. Bills, junk mail, and a thick envelope for my father, but there wasn't anything for me.
"Mr. Johansson says hello," Mom continued.
"The mailman? I thought he was on vacation," I said.
"What did you say?" Mom hollered.
"Never mind," I replied.
Just then, my cell buzzed. It was Ryan. "Did you get anything yet?" he asked.
"Nothing. You?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "Nothing," he eventually replied.
I sighed.
"Cheer up," he said. "They'll be here soon."
"I'm getting tired of waiting," I said.
"Me too," Ryan admitted.
The unspoken tension between us was caused by one question: What would happen between us if we ended up at different colleges?
Not to mention that my boyfriend was a werewolf, which might be difficult to hide at the dorms. Hiding my psychic abilities would be comparatively easy. The existence of paranormals was starting to be known and accepted in Nightshade, but not everyone in the world had that attitude.
The thought sent me into such a deep funk that I almost missed Ryan's invitation.
"Do you want to do something tonight?" he asked.
"I have to work," I said.
"How about Friday? We'll make it a special date." I was flattered by his insistence.
"Of course," I replied. "What do you have in mind?"
"I just want to see you," he said. "You've been so busy lately."
I'd been busy, it was true, but I also had been avoiding him, using work as an excuse. Everyone said that long-distance relationships never worked. I didn't want to get even closer to Ryan only to break up when we left for separate colleges, or later, when distance took its toll. If we both ended up at UC Nightshade, our relationship stood a chance.
I missed him, though, and couldn't resist temptation.
"I'll make you dinner," I offered. "Everyone will be out of the house."
At least, I was pretty sure they would be. Rose would be out with her boyfriend, Nicholas Bone, and Poppy had a date. She'd been out with her new guy, Liam, almost every night.
Even my parents would be out attending some faculty function at UC Nightshade, where my dad now taught part-time.
"Why don't we go out to dinner?" Ryan asked. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
Why can't be talk to me at home?
"Sure," I said. "Slim's?"
"I was thinking maybe dinner at Wilder's," Ryan replied.
Wilder's? That was a special-occasion restaurant, not the kind of place we normally went on date night. I once had a few cooking lessons from their former chef, although the lessons were more like unpaid labor than a learning experience.
"Okay," I said after a long pause, "but I thought you were saving money for college."
"You're worth the splurge," Ryan said. "I'll make a reservation for seven."
We hung up after I realized I needed to be at work in half an hour. Business had picked up at Slim's Diner, so I'd been working a lot, which was helping with my college fund. If I got into a college, that is.
I went to talk to my sister Poppy about using the car that night. Both Rose and Poppy still lived at home while they attended UC Nightshade. My parents were ecstatic at the idea of me doing the same. Poppy was on the phone, as usual, but she broke off her conversation to stare at me.
"What?" she said. "I'm on the phone."
"Can I have the car tonight?" I asked.
"Sure," she said. "My date is picking me up here." She'd been awfully mysterious about Liam. We'd met him at an event on Halloween, but she hadn't brought him home and didn't talk about him at all to us, which was definitely not like Poppy.
I drove to work, still wondering what Ryan wanted to talk to me about.
Once there, I went in search of my boss. Slim's had red leather booths, the best cinnamon rolls in the county, and a prophetic jukebox. Not your average diner at all. And the owner and his sister were far from average, as well. The head waitress, Flo, was on her cell phone, in the middle of a very giggly conversation. Probably with her boyfriend. I decided not to interrupt.
There was no sign of Slim, but since he was invisible, there never was. I went in search of him to see what he needed me to do first. I waited tables or helped out in the kitchen, depending on the day.
The kitchen looked empty, but I knew enough to double-check.
"Slim?" I said into the air.
"Hi, Daisy," a voice said.
"Where do you need me tonight?" I asked.
"I've got the dinner menu under control," he said. "Why don't you help Flo?"
Flo was still giggling into her cell phone, so I grabbed some quarters and went to say hello to Lil, the jukebox. She'd given me a ton of clues during my investigations. A few months ago, I'd discovered that there was a soul trapped in there. I'd promised to help her escape her jukebox prison, but so far, I hadn't found a way to do so. I wasn't ready to give up yet, though.
I punched in a few random selections and waited. Nothing. Lil was miffed, and I didn't blame her.
"I'm working on it, I swear," I said. "But Circe took her show on the road and hasn't stepped foot in Nightshade since we found out." What we'd found out was that sorceress and celebrity chef Circe Silvertongue was responsible for trapping Lil in the jukebox and turning her fiancé into a pig.
"A Little Less Conversation" by Elvis Presley came on. Lil was getting impatient.
"Message received," I told her. "A little more action it is. I'll try to figure out what our next step is."
Lil responded with "Inspiration Information" by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings and then went silent.
My friends Samantha Devereax and Sean Walsh walked in and sat down at one of the smaller booths. I went over to say hi.
"What are you two doing here tonight?" I said. "You're all dressed up."
Samantha looked gorgeous. She wore a minidress with an itty-bitty cardigan thrown over it. She had her hair piled high and wore long sparkly earrings.
"We're celebrating," Samantha said. "Sean signed his letter of intent."
"Congratulations," I replied. "But what's a letter of intent?"
It wasn't my imagination that they exchanged a meaningful glance.
"Intent to play," Samantha said. "Sean's going to play college baseball with the University of California, Irvine."
Letter of intent? Shouldn't Ryan be signing one of those letter thingies?
"I think Slim has some sparkling cider in the back," I said, "left over from Nightshade's anniversary party. I'll bring some out."
"That would be fabulous," Samantha said.
Samantha wasn't angsting like the rest of us. She already knew where she was going—UC Nightshade, where her dad was a big-deal professor. Where my father used to be a big-deal professor and now was a part-time instructor. Big difference. He had a lot more time on his hands now. Maybe that was why nowadays getting the mail was the highlight of his day.
My dad didn't seem to mind that Mr. Devereaux's book was doing very well, even though it was based on research he had done with my dad. But Mr. Devereaux didn't have much money after a pricey divorce from Sam's mom.
"Slim, is it okay if I comp some of that sparkling cider we still have in the cooler? Sam and Sean are celebrating," I said. I explained the occasion, just in case he thought I was trying to score freebies for my friends without a good reason.
"Of course," he said. "And I'll whip up some special appetizers on the house."
"Thanks, Slim," I said. "I'm going to borrow one of the linen tablecloths and some candles, too." We used those on the rare times Slim catered an event.
I knew Sam and Sean were dining at Slim's instead of somewhere fancier in order to save money. But there wasn't any reason I couldn't make their celebration extra special.
Five minutes later, the cider was chilling in a fancy silver bucket, the linen tablecloth hid the scarred tabletop, and Samantha and Sean were gazing into each other's eyes. They were too love struck to even notice when I brought out their appetizers. Mission accomplished.
Lil even cooperated. She broke into a series of slow, romantic love songs. The diner slowly emptied out, but Sam and Sean lingered over their dinner.
Flo was sitting on her favorite stool at the counter, eyeing the clock.
"Why don't you go?" I said. "I'll lock up."
"Are you sure?" Flo asked, but she was already pulling on her jacket.
"Sure, go ahead," I said.
After she left, I stuck a Closed sign up and locked the door, then handed Samantha the check. She and Sean were still holding hands.
I was refilling the syrup containers when there was a knock on the door.
I went to explain to whoever it was that we were closed, but then saw it was Natalie, Slim's girlfriend. Natalie was a witch—a real one.
She had been at a coven training course in Salem for the last few months, and Slim had gone out to visit her a couple of times. Her absence had stymied my efforts to free Lil from the jukebox. Natalie was the only witch I knew, at least the only competent one. Penny Edwards didn't count.
I unlocked the door and let her in. "Welcome home!" I said.
"Hi, Daisy," she said. "I'm glad to be back in Nightshade. Although I learned so much while I was gone."
"Slim will be so glad to see you," I said. "He's been mopey."
Natalie beamed. "I missed him too."
"He's cleaning up in the back," I said. "But do you have a minute? I could use your help."
Natalie wasn't nearly as powerful as Circe Silvertongue, but she was my only hope, especially since Circe had taken her pig and run. Maybe Natalie could at least point me in the right direction.
"I'd be happy to," she said. She shot a longing look toward the kitchen but gave me an encouraging smile just the same.
"You've heard my theory about Lil?"
"That she's really Mrs. Wilder's missing sister Lily? Yes. It seems reasonable."
"And I'm pretty sure that Circe's pet pig, Balthazar, is really Lily Varcol's missing fiancé, Bam Merriweather," I added. "I want to try to break Circe's spell. Can you give me any idea about how to do that? Besides getting Circe to do it herself"
"That's pretty advanced magic," Natalie said. "But if it's the kind of spell I'm thinking of, she might have used objects that were important to the victims to change them."
"She did have this pen she used every day," I said. "It had Bam Merriweather's initials engraved on it."
"Let me look into this," Natalie said. "Most of my grandmother's books are stored in the attic of her house. I'll take a look there, and I might be able to ask some of the more experienced witches."
Natalie's grandmother, Mrs. Mason, had died in a fire that destroyed her greenhouse. She'd been helping the Scourge when she died. She hadn't been a nice person, but she'd been the only relative Natalie had. Fortunately, Natalie had moved in with Slim, and the Mason house stood empty. The gardens, however, were full of gorgeous flowers, fruits, and vegetables, due to the combination of Mrs. Mason's residual magic and Natalie's hard work.
"Thanks, Natalie," I said. "I'd appreciate any help you could give me. Is there anything I can do to help? Research stuff, I mean?"
Natalie thought about it for a second. "Well, you could try the Nightshade City Library," she replied. "Maybe there's a text there that I don't already own."
I agreed to go take a look. I'd comb the dustiest library I could find if it would help.
I could tell by the way Natalie's face lit up that Slim had come out from the kitchen, so I made myself scarce.
"It's closing time," I gently reminded Sam and Sean. As they rose to leave, I overheard a whisper from Sam. "I still think we should tell her."
"Tell me what?" I said sharply.
"Oh, nothing," Sam said. "Just that we're nominating you and Ryan for prom king and queen."
I made a face at her. "Don't you dare," I said. "If anyone should be Nightshade prom queen, it should be you. You were practically born to be queen."