Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

At once, Chet ushered Joe, Frank, and Biff into his living room, and quickly closed the door behind him. Joe shot his brother a questioning glance, but Frank simply shrugged his shoulders in wonder. The boys sat down on the couch, except for Biff, who kept pacing back and forth across Chet's floor.

"So, ah, you said you wanted to talk" Chet finally said.

Biff stopped pacing for a moment and nodded.

Frank spoke up. "I was sitting at home by myself tonight when Biff showed up. He said that he had some important information that he wanted to tell me. Before he could begin, he decided that he wanted to tell you, Chet, and when we got here, there was Joe. And, well, here we are."

Biff looked at his friends, and had no idea where to begin. He had been a nervous wreck for the past two weeks, which was totally unlike his normal laid-back behavior. Every day, he kept checking for some sign of Callie, or some word from her, but there had been nothing. The first day or two after his encounter with Callie, he had kept replaying their conversation over in his mind. He had even convinced himself that she had been playing a game with him, and he had decided to talk to her in school that Monday. But Monday had come, and Callie wasn't there. And neither, for that matter, was Jeff. It was as if the two had suddenly disappeared. He had heard through the grapevine that someone had called in Callie's absence from school as a result of a "sudden death of a relative", the very irony of that statement striking him at once. As for Jeff, no one heard from him again. Apparently, Graig, Jeff's cousin, had little to say on the matter, and little else was mentioned. Callie's friends had heard the rumors, and they thought that she had basically lost her mind. Otherwise, he was sure, a lot more questions would have been asked.

He hated himself for letting this go this far. He never should have promised her not to say anything, as loony as her story sounded. For, as the days went by and Callie wasn't seen, the credibility of her story began to grow. The guilt he felt at keeping this secret was beginning to consume him, and he felt that no more time could go by before he did something. If Callie was hurt, or if Iola was alive, action had to be taken, and fast.

"Earth to Biff. Earth to Biff. It's getting kind of late. Can you tell us why we're all here?" Joe questioned. He had to admit that Biff's behavior was certainly curious, but another part of him wanted to return to his conversation with Chet about Callie and Iola. Nonetheless, never a man of patience, Joe tried to bear with his friend since something was obviously bothering him.

"Guys, I need to tell you something, and you might not believe me, but I swear to you that it's the truth. It's about.." Biff searched for the right words, but couldn't find them, "It's about Callie, Frank. And Joe and Chet, it's also about Iola. If you can accept that, then this will be easier to handle."

Frank and Joe were suddenly more alert than they had been all day. Joe was the first to speak. "Iola! It seems like everything is revolving around her lately! What can you possibly have to say about her?" Joe was experiencing a mixture of outrage and curiosity. Couldn't everyone just let his love go, and come to terms with her death? He felt as if all of these mentions of her name were somehow unsettling to her spirit, even though he knew logically that this made no sense. Still, he WAS curious.

"I... I really don't want to talk about Callie" Frank said quietly. Joe looked at his brother. It was true that Frank had spoken very little about what had transpired between him and Callie that night they had broken up. Yet, despite the rumors about Callie, Frank had never once said a bad word about her to him, or to anyone else, for that matter. At that moment, it hit Joe what a classy person his brother was, and he suddenly felt ashamed for his actions. He saw now that the words that hurt Callie still, on some level, affected Frank, and that therefore, he was at least partially responsible for his brother's pain.

Chet spoke up. "Uh, guys? I don't mean to interrupt here, but Biff's obviously got something to say, and I, for one, would like to hear what he has to say about my sister, at least. So, Frank, if you could just forget about Callie for a second, not that I see why you'd want to think about her, and Joe, if you could like snap out of it, and"

"Enough!" Biff finally interjected. "Joe, Frank, Chet- I think" (he paused) " I think Iola may still be alive. And, Callie might not be. I need your help." With that whopper of a statement, Biff watched all three of his friends' faces drain of color and their mouths fall open. Over the next twenty minutes or so, Biff launched into his story, trying to recall as much detail as possible, and realizing how completely stupid this whole thing sounded. At the same time, he desperately wanted- needed- to convince his friends that this was true. As he wrapped up, he found himself barely able to look in the eyes of Frank Hardy, who looked so tortured and incredulous it was almost painful. Still, he did direct his last sentence towards Frank. "And so, Callie's last words to me were 'if I am not back in two weeks, then I am probably in a lot of trouble. I don't know where I'm going, but if I don't return, tell Frank I love him and I'm sorry, and tell Joe to hold out hope that Iola is alive.'"

As Biff looked down at his shoes, he realized for the first time how deafeningly loud silence could be. He then remembered to add, "Oh yeah, and she said to mention that she had a gut instinct about some place called- Lazy- Lazry.."

"God, Lazarus" Frank whispered.

"Yeah. Yeah- that's it. Although she said she physically had no clue as to where she was being taken" Biff responded. "Frank, buddy, I am so sorry. I ..." Words failed him. "I was wrong. And now I feel responsible. I can't ask for your forgiveness, but I can tell you that I'm going to help find her. I promise." With that, Biff was quiet.

Joe found himself shaking at the story, and he had tears running down his face. Oh, God. Could it be true? Could Iola really be alive? He wanted so terribly to believe it, but he had been down this road twice before, and he couldn't do it again. Still, if there was any chance, any at all, he had to check it out. He owed that to her. Quickly, he wiped the tears from his eyes before, he hoped, his brother or friends could see them. What could they do?

Chet's reaction was probably the most surprising of all. Shaking, he stood up and shouted, "No! No! This CAN'T be true!"

"How, Chet? How do you know?" Joe shouted back, emotion raging through his veins. "What if it is?! How can you let that possibility go? And if it's not true, then where the hell is Callie?" Joe couldn't control himself any longer. He wanted to act, there and now, and get started on a trip he knew they would all be making to the Lazarus Clinic in Maine.

Frank, who himself was about to lose it, tried to break this up. "Joe, I need to know. I need to find out. For Callie, Joe. I need to help her." Seeing his brother so obviously aching made Joe calm down a bit, that is, until Chet shouted again, "No! It's not true!"

As the other three boys turned to him, Chet's voice broke, and he barely managed to get the next words out. "I don't know where Callie is, and I don't care. But I do know that she's not with Iola."

"HOW?!!!" Joe bellowed.

"I know because.... because..."

"Because why?"

Chet stared Joe down.

"Because I sent the pictures to Callie."

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