Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Chris Bayer and Catherine Laeche listened as the boys from Bayport told them about what they’d seen at Balcony House and what the sheriff was doing about it.

“It must be tied in with what happened to Mark!” Catherine exclaimed.

“I agree,” Phil Cohen stated. “It just seems to be too much of a coincidence otherwise.”

“We’ll have a lot to tell Frank and Joe when they get back!” Biff Hooper grinned. “I’ll bet they’ll want to go check out Balcony House a little closer!”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Catherine said. “The sheriff has already warned them away from his investigation. What do you think, Chris?”

Chris was silent; a look of deep concentration marred his handsome features.

“Chris? Honey?”

“Oh! Sorry, Cath,” Chris responded, his face warm with embarrassment. “I guess I was momentarily distracted. What did you ask?”

“Never mind,” Catherine replied. “What are you thinking?”

“I was just wondering where Frank and Joe are,” Chris answered. “They went to see Longtooth, but he was at Morefield Village with these guys. So, where are the Hardys?”

“They called Sheriff Longtooth while he was with us,” Luke Martin offered.

“Yeah, I remember that,” added Chet. “The sheriff wasn’t too happy to hear from them, either.”

“I’m going to try Frank’s cell phone,” Chris announced.

* * *

Matoka Hrappowi heard the phone ringing as he stepped out of the shower. He quickly wrapped a towel around his middle and picked up the receiver. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up as he listened.

“Excellent,” Matoka told the caller. “By the way, the little problem I spoke to you about earlier? It’s been eliminated.”

* * *

Sheriff Leroy Longtooth was seething. First, those Hardy kids were interfering in his investigation. He could easily throw them both in jail. But what really had him boiling was the fact that Moss was encouraging them!

Deputy Vernon Sagawi knew his boss was angry and he also knew that it wouldn’t take much to send him into a full rage, but Sagawi was a friend of Billy Moss.

“Sheriff,” Sagawi apprehensively began, “I know you’re upset, but instead of focusing on the fact that Billy and those boys did some investigating on their own, maybe we should just focus on what they found?”

Longtooth stared at his deputy for several minutes before he spoke. “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sagawi replied, hiding a smile. He knew by the sheriff’s tone of voice that he’d already considered what Vernon had pointed out.

Longtooth gazed up toward the tree line where Campton’s cabin sat. He frowned as he caught sight of a billow of black smoke. Cursing, he grabbed the radio. “This is the sheriff. We got a fire up here on the ridge along Navaho Wash River. Get the fire department up here and notify the ranger station.

“Move it, Sagawi,” Longtooth ordered. “I got a bad feeling about this!”

* * *

“Stop,” Frank Hardy groaned, trying to cease the music that was making his head throb. Who in the world was playing Beethoven in the middle of the night? He was hot and his throat burned. Frank slowly opened his eyes, but saw only darkness.

Forcing himself to stay awake, he became aware of two things instantly – his cell phone was ringing and he smelled a mixture of gasoline and smoke.

Ignoring the phone, the 18 year old began pounding on the closet door. It was hard to breathe and he couldn’t see. He tried calling out for Billy, but ended up choking and coughing.

Where was Joe? Still on the ridge? ‘Probably not,’ Frank realized with a sinking feeling. Desperate to find his brother, Frank threw his weight against the door with renewed determination.

Meanwhile, Joe heard the pounding in his pain-filled head. ‘Why wasn’t anybody answering the door?’ he wondered. He opened his eyes, but immediately snapped them shut again when they teared from the smoke.

‘Fire,’ Joe’s brain screamed. He rolled onto his stomach and opened his eyes a sliver, trying to find Billy on the floor. Crawling to the fallen CSI, he grabbed Billy’s ankles and began to haul the man toward the window beside the closet.

Joe tried to open the window, but the sill was painted shut. He picked up a lamp and smashed it against the pane. The glass easily shattered and Joe used the edge of the lamp to push away the broken glass.

Gulping in precious oxygen from the open window, Joe returned to the floor and lifted Billy Moss up to the sill. When Moss was almost out, Joe collapsed in a coughing fit to the floor.

He glanced up as a splintering crack caught his attention. He was sure the ceiling was crashing down, but instead, the old wood door of the closet cracked open along the frame.

“Frank?” Joe hoarsely cried, hardly believing his eyes.

“Move little brother, or we’re toast!”

Joe clawed back up to the window ledge and started over the sill, pulling Billy’s limp form with him. The two fell hard to the ground.

Frank started for the window, but remembered the CD in Billy’s kit. Glancing behind him, he saw the kit, grabbed it and tossed it out the window, following seconds later.

Frank landed on top of Billy and Joe, but was too exhausted to move.

“Gotta…get…clear!” Joe gasped, trying to catch his breath. His mind was willing, but his body was failing him. With the weight of Billy and Frank on top of him, Joe couldn’t move…or breathe.

“Grab them!”

The voice sounded so far away.

Joe felt someone pulling on his arms, dragging him along the rough ground. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted them to stop so he could breathe.

Too hard… no air…

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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.