Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

The Hardys landed in New York City and, after returning the rented plane, hurried out to their car. They climbed into the car and Joe punched the former police chief’s address into the onboard computer while Frank started the car. Within moments Joe had obtained driving directions to Dan Fenzel’s home.

The Hardys excitement grew as they drew closer to the man’s house. Were they about to solve the twenty-three year old mystery? Did the former New York City Police Chief hold the answers to some or all of their unanswered questions? Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was actually only about twenty minutes, Frank stopped the car in front of the address that their father had given them. The three young people piled out of the car and walked quickly up the front sidewalk of the new two-story house.

Frank rang the doorbell. The three Hardys waited impatiently for the door to be opened. After a few moments they could hear movement inside. They heard the door being unlocked. The door opened to reveal a man of about seventy years of age. “Are you Dan Fenzel?” Frank asked the man.

“Yes,” the man answered. “Can I help you?”

“I certainly hope so,” Frank replied. “My name is Frank Hardy, and this is my brother Joe and my sister Brandi. May we come in?”

The man started visibly when he heard the names. “I suppose so,” the man replied nervously. He opened the door wider and allowed the siblings to enter. He led the way to his living room and motioned for them to be seated on the couch. “What can I do for you?” he asked again when they were all seated.

“Sir,” Frank began, “I’m sure you remember the circumstances of our sister’s disappearance twenty-three years ago?” The ex-police chief nodded. “And you remember the court case of the Liberators and the related murders?” The elderly man hesitated and then nodded. “Now I have a question for you that is of the utmost importance, and I hope you will give us an honest answer. Why did pull our father off of the murder investigation all of those years ago?”

The old police man seemed to consider something for a moment and then spoke, “I was told to,” he said.

“By whom?” Joe asked eagerly.

“It was John Collins, the District Attorney at the time.”

“Did he tell you why he wanted you to drop it?” Frank asked.

“I asked him, and all he would say was, ‘I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her.’ I don’t know who ‘her’ was, or how she was related though. I hear that he’s the same one that had the court case dismissed for lack of evidence.”

“And this didn’t seem strange to you?” Brandi asked incredulously.

“It did, but I knew there was something going on that he either wouldn’t or couldn’t tell me about, and I trusted him. I knew that Fenton and he were best friends, so I knew that he would never do anything to hurt him.”

Frank snapped his fingers. “I think I may have it!” he said. “What if the Liberators kidnapped Brandi to get the case against them dropped?”

“How does that work?” Joe asked. “They never contacted Dad at all.”

“No, but Dad wasn’t in a position to actually drop the case. And there was nothing he could do about the trial. But if they found out that the District Attorney was his best friend, they would know that he would do what he could to avoid hurting his friend, including dropping a case so that his friend’s daughter wouldn’t be hurt.”

“That makes sense,” Brandi said.

“I agree,” said Fenzel. “Fenton and John were close enough that something like that might have worked.”

“We need to talk to Collins,” Joe stated. “Now.”

“Do you have his address?” Frank eagerly asked the elderly gentleman.

“Wait a second,” Joe interrupted. “If they only wanted the case dropped, then why wouldn’t they have returned Brandi when the case was dropped? Why keep her all this time?”

“If they returned me, then the case could be reopened,” Brandi stated.

“Or maybe they kept her out of spite,” Frank suggested.

“Could be,” Fenzel put in. “Those guys were bad news. And yes, I do have Collins’ address.” He left the room and returned in a few moments with a leather bound address book. He read off the address to Frank, who copied it in his little notebook.

When the Hardys had all of the information that they needed, they bade the former police chief goodbye and left his home. Once back in the car, Joe once again punched the address into the computer. When the directions were displayed, Frank stomped on the accelerator and the yellow sports car tore away from the curb. The excitement in the air was thick. The Hardys could feel that they were close to discovering what had happened so many years ago!

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