Death at Carp High
by Jeremy
Gold
Publication Date: April 7th, 2014
Genres: Mystery, Young Adult
Synopsis:
Jake Brown is your
average, above-average kid. He generally has his mind on the usual things
that male high school seniors think about: girls, avoiding
Spanish class, girls, pizza, surfing, girls, and of course, girls. None of
that changes when he and his best friend, Dean, go surfing and find
a body with a hole in its head floating beyond the waves.
Shortly after “the big discovery,” Sydney, a cross country running teammate
of Jake’s, asks him to go to Morp—“Prom” spelled
backwards—a Sadie Hawkins-style dance where the girls ask out the
boys. As if life isn’t exciting enough trying to solve a murder, it looks
like Jake is about to have his fondest wish granted—a real, live
girlfriend. Despite Sydney’s obvious attraction to him, it takes a little
work to convince Jake the attraction is real. Luckily, Sydney is very
convincing.
In the beginning, Jake and Dean try keeping Lily and Sydney out of harm’s
way, but high school girls are pros at teasing out even the
most well-kept secrets. Eventually, the foursome becomes entangled
in clues—and preoccupied with making sure dire threats from their
prime suspect don’t pan out!
Death at Carp High has as many peaks and troughs as a
winter swell at Rincon, and it’s all Jake and Dean can do to avoid wiping
out.
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Excerpt from Death at Carp High
I’m pretty sure
Sandra DeFargo wasn’t wearing any under- wear in homeroom, this morning,” I
repeated to Dean. Dean was my best friend.
“How could you
tell, Jake?” he asked.
“When I turned
around to look at the clock, I noticed she was sitting with her legs slightly
apart. She was wearing pantyhose but nothing else.”
“Do girls even wear
pantyhose and panties at the same time? Aren’t the panties already built in to
the pantyhose? They are called ‘panty’ hose, after all.”
“Good point. The
real question is, however, why was she wearing pantyhose to begin with?”
“Nobody wears
pantyhose to school.” “I know. So why was she?” “For that matter, why was she
wearing a dress?” “Hardly any girls wear dresses.” “Maybe it has to do with
some sort of medical condition.” “Like varicose veins.” “Do kids our age even
get varicose veins? I thought only old people got
that.”
“It could be an
anomaly,” I said. “Or cancer.”
“What? Why would having cancer necessitate
having to wear pantyhose?”
“Maybe it’s some sort of skin cancer. Maybe her legs would look really bad
without something to cover them up.” “So why wouldn’t she just wear pants?” I
wondered out loud. “Exactly. Ninety percent of the girls at school wear pants.
Only the real
slutty girls wear dresses.” “Short dresses.” “Sans underwear.” “Maybe Sandra
decided to go slutty, all of sudden.” “Pantyhose, though, definitely detract
from the slutty look.” “And besides, she’s way too straight to be a slut.”
“Which means, you might just have imagined the whole thing.” “So you’re
saying it was just wishful thinking on my part?”
I asked. “That I
imagined the whole thing?” “I’m just saying that maybe some part of your
subconscious mind saw what it
wanted to see,” Dean said. “It’s possible. Still...it still doesn’t answer why
she was wearing pantyhose to begin
with.” “No it doesn’t. And it also doesn’t answer a more fundamental question.”
“Which is?” I asked. “Why was she sitting with her legs apart?” “Hmm? ” “Exactly. Why weren’t her legs crossed?” “Or pressed together?”
“We’ve already
ruled out the whole ‘slut’ angle, right?”
“Right. Sandra
DeFargo is not a slut. Too smart, too straight. Too Christian.”
“On the other hand,
you know what they say about those Catholic girls.”
“Except we’re not
going to a Catholic high school.”
“Which doesn’t mean
she couldn’t still be a repressed Catholic, acting out against her priest and
parents.”
“You make a good
point. Just because she ‘appears’ to be straight, doesn’t mean she actually is.
For all we know, she’s having wild sex with different guys every night.”
“Don’t you think we
would have heard about it if that were true, though?”
“Probably. But it’s
not like we’re part of that crowd.” “The crowd that has wild sex every night?”
“Yes. That crowd.” “You think this was a one-time deal or you think she’s, uh...turned over a
new leaf, decided to spice up her life a little bit?” Dean asked.
“You’re suggesting
the pantyhose could actually be an attempt to change things up and get laid?” I
said.
“Hooking up and
getting laid is always a good thing,” Dean reminded me.
“Definitely. Though
if she thinks wearing pantyhose is what it’ll take...”
“Dude, it doesn’t
take much for a girl to get laid at our school.” “I wish I could say the same
for the guys.” “I know what you mean.” “At least you have a girlfriend,” I
said.
“Yeah, but we’re
not doing it,” Dean said, holding out his hands disappointedly.
“And why exactly is
that again?” “The biggest reason is that she’s ‘not ready,’” he said. “And the
lesser reason?” “It’s against my religion.” “Oh that’s right...you’re Mormon,”
I said, pretending I hadn’t remembered.
“Hard to forget something like that.” “I can imagine it would be,” I said.
Unless you knew Dean like I did, you never would have known that he went
to church at least once a week and planned on going on a two-year mission
abroad after his first year of college.
“So you’ve finally
decided not to have sex before you’re married?” I asked.
“Well...not
completely. If the right girl threw herself at me...I might just give in to the
temptation.”
“And Lily isn’t
‘temptation’ enough?” I queried. “She’s definitely temptation...” “But she
isn’t enough temptation?” I pressed. “Well...given the right circumstances...”
“Like both of you
inebriated at a party? Which incidentally is also taboo in the Mormon religion. Drinking alcohol, right? Which, of course, you have freely sampled more than
once.”
“I have, haven’t
I,” Dean admitted nodding his head.
“So what’s one more
sin in the book? You just have to say a few extra Hail Marys, right?”
“We don’t say Hail
Marys, dude. Catholics say Hail Marys.”
About the Author
Jeremy Gold is seventeen years old…in his mind. He lives
in Carpinteria, California, a small beachside town, ten miles south of
its more celebrated sister, Santa Barbara. He loves hiking, mountain
bike riding, and of course, writing. Death at Carp Highis
the first in the six-part Jake Brown mystery series.
Jeremy and his wife, Calla, have been married since 1979. Any resemblance
between their 21-year-old son, Dan, and Jake Brown is purely…understandable.
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