Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Maddie Whitefeather laughed as she watched her son, Carl. The young man could hardly contain himself. Every five minutes, Carl was dashing to the window, waiting to see Colt Tanner’s jeep coming up the road.

Maddie had waited until Carl woke up that morning before telling him that his friend Joe was coming for a visit. They had then spent the morning cleaning the cabin and preparing for their guests.

Carl had eagerly swept the porch and dusted the furnishings. He was now helping Maddie prepare dinner for their company. They would be serving spaghetti with homemade sauce Maddie made and canned from her garden.

Carl carefully cut the cucumbers for the salad like his mother had taught him. It was hard concentrating on the task at hand. All he could think about was Joe Hardy. Carl had taken a real liking to Joe, when the injured teenager and his father stayed with them for a few days in the early spring after their plane crash.

Carl frowned as he thought about how sick Joe had become. His mother had given Joe some of her special medicine and Joe got better, but then Joe had to leave with Sheriff Tanner. Carl looked up as his mother motioned to him. She had heard the jeep and Joe was coming!

* * *

Deputy Sgt. Collin Anderson arrived at work half an hour early. He was pouring a cup of coffee when Sheriff Marcus Williams walked into the main office.

"Mornin’ Anderson," the sheriff greeted, "I need you to run over to the Hiller ranch this mornin’. Someone reported hearin’ shootin’ goin’ on up there last night. Prob’ly just a bunch of teenagers with nothin’ better to do, but check it out anyway. The ranch has been vacant for over a year now."

"Sure thing," Anderson replied, "Is Benson my partner today?"

"Yeah, but he’s gonna be late," Williams answered, avoiding Anderson’s stare, "Take this first call yourself."

"If you say so, Sir." Anderson gave the sheriff a quick salute and headed outside to his 4-wheel drive Police SUV.

Marcus Williams swallowed nervously as he watched the deputy drive away. He picked up the phone and made a quick call.

"Anderson won’t be a problem anymore," the sheriff stated into the telephone mouthpiece.

* * *

Carl bounded down the porch stairs and ran to the white jeep that had just come to a stop in their driveway. His black eyes searched the faces in the jeep and quickly locked on a set of sapphire blue eyes in the back seat.

Joe Hardy saw Carl Whitefeather running toward the jeep. He smiled broadly as Carl’s eyes locked onto his own. Joe waved at his friend and Carl smiled, waving both arms wildly in the air.

Frank Hardy grinned as he watched his younger brother walk toward the giant form of Carl. Carl’s 6’ 7" body quickly engulfed Joe in a bear hug. Finally, Carl let go of Joe and the two began signing rapidly to each other.

Meanwhile, Maddie had made her way out to greet the occupants of the jeep. When she brushed Colt Tanner’s cheek with a brief, but noticeable kiss, Fenton and Frank exchanged a knowing smile while Tanner blushed.

"I’m glad you made it safely," Maddie greeted the Hardys, and then glanced to where Carl and Joe were standing. "Joe’s been practicing his sign-language. He’s really quite good at it now."

"He’d better be," said Colt, pulling off his straw cowboy hat, "His life depends on it."

"What do you mean?" Maddie asked, looking first to Colt and then to Frank and Fenton.

"Let’s go inside and we’ll fill you in on the proposed plan to clear Carl," Tanner answered, herding the group toward the porch, past Joe and Carl, neither noticing the others.

* * *

Sgt. Collin Anderson parked near the run-down stable on the Hiller Ranch. The place was deserted and gave the deputy an eerie feeling. He walked around the stable and looked into the doors that were barely attached to the rusted hinges. The stalls were empty except for a few field mice.

Anderson walked to the metal equipment barn. Pulling open the steel door, he walked into the dark interior of the spacious building. He was surprised to see that some of the equipment was still there. He was about to leave when he heard a noise in the loft. It was dark up there but Collin could see several crates and wooden boxes stacked randomly. He listened and again heard a slight scratching noise.

"This is the police," he called out authoritively, "is anyone up there?"

Not getting a response, the man climbed up the ladder and made his way across the loft. He was about to turn around and go back when the threshing machine directly below turned on, humming loudly.

"What in the world is going..." before he realized what was happening, Collin Anderson felt his body propel forward. His body twisted in the air and his feet and legs entered the threshing machine first.

Outside the barn, the two men were oblivious to the screams of agony that echoed throughout the large barn. They waited until the screaming stopped. They entered the barn, turned off the machine, closed the barn door tightly and left in a black Ford pick-up truck that was hidden behind the homestead. Neither paid any attention to the mangled remains of the deputy caught in the death grip of the thresher.

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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.