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CONTRACT FOR A DEAD MAN
3rd Place - McFarlane Location Contest
- 2004
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Chapter
10
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THE CHAPTERS
Just a few hours ago, Joe and his father were discussing a way to get Frank safely away from the murderous hit man. The phone call changed all that. Joe closed his eyes and recalled the conversation.
"Joe? It’s me. I’m on a disposable cell-phone, so don’t try to trace it," Frank had said.
"Frank! Where are you? Are you okay?" Joe had shouted, overjoyed at hearing his brother’s voice. His joy was short-lived as the sound of another cold, chilling voice filled his ear.
"Well now," the man crooned, "you must be Frank’s baby brother, Joseph. My name is Poole. Listen, Joe, and listen very carefully. I’m not interested in your brother. I want a man named Michael Walsh and I believe you and Franklin here know where he is."
"You come to that old mill out off of Shore Road," the hit man continued, "you know where. You boys were here yesterday with some friends and I think you’re hiding Walsh near here somewhere."
"We’re not…" Joe started to explain.
"Joey, Joey, Joey," Poole interrupted, "I know you boys are the sons of the famous Fenton Hardy. There is no way you were out here by coincidence."
"Be here at noon today," Poole said menacingly, "and if I even smell a cop, the next time you see your brother, he’ll have a new hole between his eyes. Do we understand each other?"
"Leave Frank alone," Joe replied, seething with anger, "I’ll personally lead you to Walsh."
"I’m counting on it," Poole said, hanging up the phone.
Joe checked his watch. Almost time. He again looked around. Somewhere amid the oaks, elms and pines his friends, Tony Prito, Biff Hooper and Phil Cohen were hiding. The fact that he couldn’t see them was good. It meant that the killer couldn’t see them either.
‘I only hope the rest of this party is in play,’ the blond teen thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he moved away from the shelter of the trees and began walking toward the old mill.
Torrance Poole walked to the window and peered out at the young man he heard walking up the gravel path to the door of the mill.
"Your brother is very punctual, Frank," Poole said to Frank Hardy. Frank, securely bound and gagged, could only stare at the evil man.
"Think I’ll stroll down and greet my young guest," Poole chuckled, leaving Frank feeling frustrated and helpless.
Poole opened the door just before Joe reached it. The Hardy boy stepped back in surprise and stared into the cold eyes of the hired killer.
"Hello, Joseph," Poole smiled coolly. "Won’t you come in?"
"Where’s Frank?" Joe questioned, holding his ground.
"Inside, Joey. NOW!" Poole said, grabbing Joe’s jersey and pulling the boy into the dark interior of the mill. Before Joe could move, Poole had a huge gun fitted with a silencer pointed at his chest.
"Get your clothes off," Poole ordered. Joe just stared in shock.
"W-why?" he stammered.
"I want to check for wires," Poole stated. "Strip, now!" Nervously, Joe complied. He removed everything down to his boxer shorts.
"Now, sit against the wall," Poole commanded, keeping the gun trained on the boy. "Put your legs out straight and your hands under your butt." Again, Joe did as he was told, assuming the immobilizing position.
Poole quickly searched Joe’s clothing, keeping the gun well within reach. Finding no listening devices, he threw the garments toward the boy.
"Get dressed," Poole said, watching as Joe grabbed his jeans, shoes, socks and jersey. As soon as Joe was once again dressed, he faced the killer.
"Let’s go see your brother," Poole said, the hint of an evil smile playing against his lips. He pointed towards the steps of the mill. Joe stepped forward and climbed the creaking staircase.
When they reached the dark second story, Joe felt Poole move close behind him, the Magnum now pressed against Joe’s back.
"Go into the next room, Joey," Poole whispered in Joe’s ear. Joe had a really bad feeling that Poole had already hurt Frank, or maybe even killed him. He hesitantly walked into the room.
"Oh God," Joe said softly, taking in the image before him.
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