Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Internationally known private detective Fenton Hardy ran his hand through his dark, brown hair. The papers strewn about on his mahogany office desk only confirmed what Fenton and his sons had already concluded. The investigation into the murder of Jimmy Mc Curdy was poorly conducted. Carl Whitefeather’s so-called confession was nothing more than Carl’s repeated signing of the words, "I’m sorry!" There was no physical evidence collected at the scene to implicate the young man.

"There is nothing here to prove Carl had anything to do with the Mc Curdy boy’s death," Mr. Hardy speculated out loud, "There’s not even enough evidence to prove that Mc Curdy was murdered!"

"So it’ll be kinda like working backwards to prove it wasn’t Carl, right Dad?" Joe Hardy asked, peering through the office door. Fenton’s dark brown eyes looked intently at his youngest son. Though he had always loved both his boys, Fenton had more in common with his older son, Frank. In an attempt to build a stronger relationship with Joe, Mr. Hardy had made the arrangements for a special camping trip in the Rocky Mountains for just the two of them. The trip ended in tragedy when their plane crashed, killing their pilot and leaving both Fenton and Joe seriously injured. Though the trip hadn’t gone as planned, Joe’s heroic efforts to save them both caused Fenton to see that his son had much more integrity and depth of character then he had ever realized. Fenton had gained a great deal of respect for his 17-year-old son because of it.

"Yes, Joe, I suppose you’re right," Fenton smiled, motioning for Joe to come inside. "This is not going to be easy. It certainly looks as if someone wanted the Mc Curdy kid’s death to disappear quickly. We’ll be stirring up a hornet’s nest by investigating this case."

"I’ve been giving the whole case a lot of thought, Dad," Joe responded, sitting in the chair opposite of his father, "I don’t think we can just walk in and start asking questions."

Fenton looked into Joe’s deep, blue eyes. He knew Joe was passionate about helping the Whitefeathers. "Do you have something specific in mind, Son?" Fenton asked, "I’m open to ideas about how to approach this case."

Joe bit his lower lip nervously. Frank usually came up with their plans of action, while Joe tended to work more ‘off-the-cuff’. But this case was different. Joe couldn’t help but think about Carl and Maddie often. He absently stroked the cast on his arm, recalling the time spent in Maddie’s cabin.

"I kinda have a plan," Joe began, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"Let’s call Frank in on this and we’ll hear what you’ve come up with," Fenton said, rising from his chair. "Stay put. I need the therapy." He grabbed his crutches and hobbled out the door.

Frank Hardy was in the kitchen talking on the phone with his girlfriend, Callie Shaw. He looked up as his father entered the room. Fenton motioned for Frank to cut the conversation short and join him.

"I’ve got to run Cal," Frank said into the telephone, "Dad needs me. I’ll call you back in a little while."

Frank hung up and looking at his dad, asked, "Should I go find Joe?"

"No need." Fenton smiled, "He’s already waiting for us in my office."

Joe looked up and gave Frank a grin as the two Hardy men entered the room.

"Okay Joe," Mr. Hardy smiled encouragingly in Joe’s direction, "Let’s hear what you’ve got."

Joe took a deep breath, "Everything about this case centers around the Wagner Ranch. A big outfit like that probably has a frequent turn-around in temporary help. I figure I can get a job there this summer. Then I can be around the Wagners and check them out, as well as any regular ranch hands."

* * *

Sheriff Marcus Williams sipped his coffee while reading the "Silverthorne Sentinel." He grunted in disgust at the quality of the paper.

"Nothin’ but fluff since that outfit from the east took it over," Williams grumbled. "Stinkin’ ski reports and casino ads!" He tossed the paper into the trash bin with a resounding clunk.

Williams walked outside the office building and gazed up and down the street of his town. Silverthorne was in Season County, in central Colorado. About 12,000 feet above sea level, Silverthorne was in the heart of the Rockies, about 60 miles west of Denver. Williams had grown up in Denver, but came to Silverthorne after graduating from the Denver Police Academy. He worked his way up from a grunt officer, to a deputy, to a sheriff eight years ago.

Sheriff Williams frowned. It hadn’t been an easy road and he’d done some unscrupulous things along the way. Bribery and deceit had been a part of every step up, every promotion. He knew he was the sheriff because he befriended the right people in Silverthorne.

He frowned as he saw Deputy Sgt. Collin Anderson walking toward the sheriff station. Williams was a little concerned that Sheriff Colt Tanner had contacted Anderson about a murder case that was still pending because the primary suspect had vanished. Why would the sheriff of Twelve Sleep County, Wyoming, be asking about the Mc Curdy case?

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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.