Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Despite Gray’s assurance that there would be no other Assassins in the house, Joe used caution when he exited the basement. They were in a small room, and there were some clothes lying on the floor. To Joe the clothes appeared to have been left there for quite some time. He walked out into a long hallway then found himself in the kitchen. Gray brushed past him and began searching the cupboards.

“Believe me, Joe – there is no one else here,” he said as he banged a few cupboard doors.

“This may come as a surprise to you but there are times I use caution!” replied Joe sarcastically.

“You’re right – that does surprise me!” Gray opened the pantry and let out a victory cry as he took out four bottles of water.

“There’s no refrigerator – how’d they expect to feed us?” asked Vanessa.

Joe and Gray glanced at each other but didn’t say anything, Gray silently handed Joe two of the bottles.

“Would they have a phone line set up?” Joe asked Gray, who shook his head in negation.

“They’d only use cell phones. Harder to trace. We better get out of here in case they have a back-up team coming in.”

“How well do you know San Antonio – think you can find us a safe place to head to?”

“Joe, I’m not even sure if we’re still in the state of Texas, much less San Antonio!”

“Wonderful!” sighed Joe.

Taking Vanessa’s hand, Joe followed Gray out the back door. The sun was just starting to set; all Joe could see was an empty field and a depleted shed.

“Wouldn’t it be a good idea to take the car?” Vanessa glanced longingly at the front end of the Buick LeSabre.

“No, there’s a homing device wired into the car.” Gray replied.

“Well rats! I’m not exactly wearing walking shoes!” mumbled Vanessa angrily as she stared down at her sandaled feet.

Joe bit back his laughter – he put his arm around her waist, leading her away from the house.

*****

Fenton had parked across the street from a park. He and Laura had walked over to watch a group of teens playing basketball. The GPS signal on Joe’s phone had brought them here. Fenton had a bad feeling that one of the teens had Joe’s phone. He dialed his younger son’s number and waited. Bon Jovi’s Dead or Alive rang out. A young Hispanic teen ran towards the bleachers and dug inside a duffel bag.

As soon as Fenton saw the teen leave the group he headed over to him.

“Hello?”

“Where did you get that phone?” asked Fenton as he clamped his hand on the teen’s shoulder.

“I…I…my mom bought it for me!” stammered the young teen.

“Really – then how did I know the number?” Fenton gave the boy a hard, stern glare.

“Hey Mike – this guy bothering you?” A blonde teen walked over, followed by the rest of the group.

Fenton had snatched the phone from Mike’s hand; now he took out his wallet and showed his ID.

“I’m a private investigator – this phone belongs to my son who was kidnapped. Any information you could give me would be very helpful.”

The blonde teen grinned as he put a hand on Mike’s chest. “Don’t say anything Mike – let’s see how much this guy’s willing to pay for your information!”

“Yeah – Don’t say anything – Listen to Robbie!” the group of teens yelled out.

Mike shoved his friend away. “Shut up, Robbie! I’m sorry about my friends,” he added to Fenton.

“Man, don’t be selfish! Think about your friends!” yelled Robbie.

“Shut up! You weren’t around when my baby sister got snatched! It was a PI who found her!” Mike glared at Robbie, then turned his attention to Fenton.

“I saw some guys throw it in a dumpster near the mental hospital. They also threw some wallets and a purse – I took the wallets and…I did take the cash.”

“Tell you what…if you can describe the men you saw, you can keep the cash as a reward.” Laura, who had joined the group, smiled at the young teen.

Mike returned the smile before he turned around and took the wallets out of the duffle bag. He handed them over to Fenton.

“There wasn’t much in the purse; I left it in the dumpster. I took out the cash from the black wallet, it looked more expensive. I didn’t use the credit cards!”

While Mike was describing the man he saw, Fenton’s phone rang. Laura took it from him and answered. It was Frank.

*****

Joe was glad that the sun had gone down. It was still hot but not as bad as when the sun was up. He wondered if it ever got cold in Texas. Although the Gray Man wasn’t sure they were, Joe had a gut feeling they were still in the southern state. For one thing, only he and Vanessa had been rendered unconscious with some kind of knock-out gas – the Assassins had knocked Gray senseless by hitting him on the head. He didn’t think there had been enough time for the Assassins to take them to another state.

Joe glanced over at Vanessa; he was awed by her strength. She had been frightened when they had been in the backseat of the Buick. But she had been really brave down in the basement and not once had she complained as they walked along the rocky ground.

“Too bad we didn’t find a flashlight,” Joe said with a sigh.

“At least there’s a full moon out,” countered Vanessa.

“I suppose but I wouldn’t mind a little more light. I’m getting tired of stubbing my toe!”

Vanessa giggled then squeezed Joe’s hand.

“I may have found us some relief. Does that look like a barn or a small shed?” Gray pointed to a large square shape.

“It kind of looks like it might be a barn – it reminds me of the one at Chet Morton’s.”

“Only one way to find out,” said Gray as he turned left and headed for the building.

It wasn’t a barn but an abandoned one-room house. The Gray Man cautiously walked inside. It was a little darker inside but there was enough moonlight for Gray to see that no stray dog or coyote had made a home there. He beckoned Joe and Vanessa inside.

Joe found a clean corner and led Vanessa over.

“You can sleep here. I don’t think it’ll get cold, at least I hope not.”

“What about you – you are going to rest too, aren’t you?” Vanessa looked worriedly at Joe.

“I’m going to help Gray keep watch. But don’t worry; I’ll get a little rest.”

“Why don’t you get some sleep, I’ll take the first watch,” said Gray, standing by the open door.

“Are you sure? I can take the first watch,” Joe offered. “Besides, you’re injured!”

“Thank you for your concern but I’m fine. I’ve been hit on the head before.”

“So has Joe!” laughed Vanessa.

The Gray Man chuckled softly then waved Joe away, telling him to get some sleep. Vanessa had sat down on the floor, and Joe sat next to her. He then laid down and pulled Vanessa down beside him. She rested her head on his chest. Joe let out a sigh – he wished that Vanessa didn’t have to be here, but…this was a nice perk!

Gray took a swig of water, then glanced over at Joe and saw that he was now asleep. Gray felt confident that Bruce didn’t know they had escaped. If he had, there would be a swarm of Assassins searching for them. They were safe for now.

“Joe, wake up.” Gray shook the younger Hardy’s shoulder.

Joe mumbled something and started to roll onto his side but something was on top of his chest. His eyes popped open when he remembered that Vanessa was using him as a pillow. He blinked a few times and saw Arthur Gray hovering above him.

“Time for my watch?”

“No, time for you to wake up – wake your friend too.”

“I’m awake,” yawned Vanessa. She sat up and smiled at Joe.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” asked Joe, a bit miffed when he realized that it was already morning.

“I didn’t think I needed to. I don’t think anyone else is aware that we escaped. You tied those two Assassins pretty well – I’m positive they’re still down in the basement. But we need to hurry – we need to put as much distance between us and them as we can.”

“What – no continental breakfast?” Joe said as he wiped the dirt from his jeans.

“Who cares about breakfast! What about…you know!” Vanessa swept her arms out then let out a aggravated shout.

Gray sighed, then walked out the door.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.