Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Sheriff Longtooth parked in front of Chris Bayer’s apartment building. He caught a glimpse of a familiar gray pick-up pulling away from the curb across the street.

“Sheriff,” Catherine Laeche coolly greeted the lawman. Knowing he was there to question the Hardy brothers, she continued, “Frank is in the living room, but you’ll have to wait a while to question Joe.”

The sheriff raised his eyebrows in question, “Is the kid alright?”

“He’s under doctor’s orders to rest. He’s in bed; probably asleep by now,” the woman answered, escorting him to the small living room where Frank and the other Bayport teens were gathered.

“Sheriff,” the dark-haired Hardy welcomed the man, standing and shaking his hand.

“Mr. Hardy,” Longtooth returned the greeting. “You’re looking better than the last time I saw you.”

“Yes, Sir,” Frank replied. “Thank you again for getting us away from the fire and for saving Joe’s life.”

Longtooth dismissed the heroics with a wave of his hand and said, “Let’s have a chat.”

* * *

Chris was worried about his friend. Since the phone call, it was obvious that Bull Byron was distracted. The two men were taking readings from meters planted in the walls of Soda Canyon.

By noon, Chris decided to confront his boss and find out what was wrong.

“Bull, maybe it’s none of my business,” Chris began as they sat down in the shade and opened their sack lunches, “but I think something’s bugging you and I’d like to help.”

Byron bit into a salami sandwich and began chewing. His expression was thoughtful, yet he still seemed worried.

Chris ate silently, biding his time and waiting for Bull to respond.

“You ever get yourself backed into a corner, Chris?” Byron finally asked. He didn’t wait for a reply from Chris before continuing. “That’s exactly where I’m at right now.

“Problem is,” he continued, “the solution doesn’t set well with me, but I know it needs to be done.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand,” Chris said with a frown.

Byron set his lunch aside and turned to face Chris. “I really like you, kid. That’s what makes this so difficult.”

Chris shook his head, totally perplexed by Bull’s demeanor.

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I’ve put it off as long as I can,” Byron continued. He reached behind him, under his jacket, and pulled something from his waistband.

Chris stared in disbelief at the Colt pistol Bull was pointing at his chest.

* * *

When Joe Hardy woke up, he knew he must have slept for several hours. The shadows in the bedroom told him it was late afternoon.

As he pulled on his t-shirt and jeans, he realized he was starved. He frowned, trying to remember when he’d last eaten. He walked into the hall and was surprised by the silence that greeted him.

The living room was empty so Joe went to the kitchen. Catherine had left a note on the table, but there was no sign of Frank or the other guys.

‘I’ve gone to pick up Chris from work,’ Joe read. ‘Frank and the other boys went to get dinner. Be back soon.’

“That explains where everyone is,” Joe said to himself, “but I’m still hungry.”

Still feeling groggy, he didn’t want to attempt cooking. Instead, he settled for a peanut butter sandwich. He made the sandwich, poured himself a glass of milk and was about to sit down at the table when he heard a knock on the door.

Joe hurried to answer it, thinking it might be Frank.

Joe pulled opened the door but didn’t recognize the man standing before him.

“Hello, Joe,” the visitor’s warm smile faded as he pulled a hand gun equipped with a large silencer up in front of Joe’s face. “I need you to come with me now.”

“Doesn’t seem like I have any options,” the blond teenager replied, wondering who the man was and how he knew him.

“True,” the man agreed, “but should you think of trying something foolish, I will shoot you.”

Joe glanced toward the living room door. Even if he were at 100%, which he wasn’t, he couldn’t out run a bullet.

“Where are we going?” Joe questioned as he allowed himself to be guided outside to a waiting pick-up truck.

“We’re going to do a little caving,” came the reply.

* * *

“I still don’t know why it took all five of us to go get the pizza,” Chet Morton complained from the back of the van.

“We wanted to leave the place nice and quiet for Joe,” Luke Martin responded.

“This’ll be a great surprise for Joe,” Biff Hooper declared. “I’m sure he’ll be starving when he finally wakes up.” He glanced at Frank in the front passenger seat. The older Hardy brother was frowning as he stared out the windshield.

“What’s up, Frank?” Biff questioned as they pulled up in front of the apartment building.

“That gray truck that just pulled away,” Frank said, “I could swear that I saw it outside the apartment this morning.”

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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.