Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Deputy Sergeant Collin Anderson read through the Mc Curdy file for the fourth time. He had handled the case as a first assignment after transferring to Silverthorne from Canon City. Sheriff Williams had accepted Carl’s ‘confession’, but it didn’t wash with Anderson. The case had always bothered him, but he managed to put it behind him until recently.

"Now Sheriff Tanner is interested in this case," Anderson thought out loud. He glanced toward the door of Sheriff Marcus Williams’ office. He’d realized almost from his first day on the Silverthorne Police Force, that he’d better never cross Williams. The sheriff had some very influential friends that could easily end Anderson’s police career.

"Still," Deputy Anderson confessed, "If the man is a crooked cop, he needs to be brought down."

* * *

Take off had been pure agony for Joe Hardy. He had gripped Frank’s arm so tightly that, after an hour into the flight, Frank’s wrist still bore the impression of his brother’s fingers. Joe was much calmer now, and as Frank listened to Joe’s even, steady breathing, he figured his younger brother had fallen asleep.

Frank silently unbuckled his seat belt, deciding it would be a good time to go and see his dad who was three seats in front of Frank and Joe.

"Where are you going?" Joe’s panic stricken voice asked, his eyes bright with apprehension.

"I’m sorry," Frank said softly, sitting back down, "I was going to visit with Dad a while. I thought you were asleep."

"I’m okay," Joe said, letting out a deep sigh, "Go ahead and see Dad."

"It can wait," Frank replied, not wanting to leave Joe.

"Really, Frank. Go on," Joe said adamantly, "Just...will you be here when we land?"

"Promise," Frank stated solemnly, rising once again from his seat. He gave Joe’s shoulder a quick squeeze before moving forward and taking the empty seat beside his father.

"How’s Joe doing?" Fenton Hardy asked, watching his eldest son move in beside him.

"As well as can be expected," Frank answered.

"I should have had him back in a plane again sooner," Mr. Hardy reasoned, "Jack could have taken him up."

"Maybe," Frank replied, "But at least with this flight, he has a definite reason to fly. He really wants to help Carl."

* * *

Colt Tanner arrived at the Airport in Green River ahead of schedule. The Hardy’s plane wouldn’t land for another half hour. He had just settled into a seat at ‘Starbucks’ coffee shop when his cell phone chirped to life.

"Tanner here," the sheriff said, answering the call.

"This is Collin Anderson," the Colorado deputy stated, "Those files on the Mc Curdy case, just what did you really need them for, Tanner?"

Colt hesitated, but then asked, "You didn’t question me when I first asked for them, why now?"

"Look," Sgt. Anderson responded, "Sheriff Williams would have my head if he knew I even sent those files to you and I’m putting my whole career on the line to tell you what I’m about to say."

"Go on," encouraged Tanner.

"I think Whitefeather’s confession was a farce," Anderson said, "I was there on the scene as soon as Mc Curdy’s body was found. Carl Whitefeather was clearly upset, but I didn’t interpret his actions as any kind of confession."

"According to your own report," Tanner argued, "you did think he was confessing."

"Okay," admitted the deputy, "I guess I did at first, but the sheriff insisted that I include that in the report. By the time we had Carl at the station, I no longer believed the guy was confessing to anything. He was like a scared little kid. I think he was grieving for his dead friend."

"Alright, Anderson," Sheriff Tanner said, "I think we need to talk face to face, but I’m meeting some friends at the airport right now. Give me a number where I can reach you."

"No," Anderson countered, "I don’t want Williams to know we’ve been talking. I’ll call you back tomorrow around noon."

* * *

As the plane descended, Joe Hardy again gripped tightly to his brother’s arm, his heart hammering in his chest and his stomach churning. As soon as the plane touched down safely, Joe sighed as pure relief flooded through him.

"Ah, Joe?" Frank asked with a grin, "Can I have my arm back, please?"

Joe laughed and let go of his brother, "Thanks Frank." Joe’s voice suddenly choked up with emotion. He wanted to say more to Frank, but couldn’t.

Frank understood and gave Joe’s shoulder a quick squeeze, "Anytime, Brat!"

Disembarking, Fenton Hardy was the first to notice the Wyoming sheriff standing near the exit ramp, watching expectantly for the Hardy men.

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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.