Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Catherine quickly explained that she’d gone to Bull Byron’s office and his secretary told her that Bull came back alone from their job site. Bull told the secretary that Chris had gotten sick and went home early.

“Did you check with Joe?” Luke asked, glancing toward the hall that led to the bedroom. “Maybe Chris is in there with him.”

“I’m surprised the aroma of the pepperoni hasn’t lured Joe out here already!” quipped Biff Hooper, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“I was so upset about Chris,” Catherine said with a shake of her head, “that I didn’t even think to check on Joe. Maybe Chris is with him!”

Frank responded with a wave of his hand, “I’ll get Joe and if Chris isn’t here, we’ll see what we can do about finding him.”

* * *

Chris Bayer couldn’t see a thing in the inky blackness that shrouded the inside of the cave where he and Joe Hardy were being held prisoner. Despite the darkness, Chris knew he needed to check on Joe.

He inched his way across the dirt floor to where he thought Joe was lying. With his wrists tightly bound behind his back and his ankles tied too, the going was frustratingly slow.

Chris finally managed to find Joe, and moved close to his young friend. Carefully positioning himself near Joe’s head, he moved his bound hands until his fingertips reached Joe’s neck.

“Thank God,” he sighed, as he felt the steady pulse.

“Joe!” Chris called, turning around and gently nudging the youth with his knee. “Joe! Wake up, buddy!”

Joe heard someone calling his name and he tried to block out the sound. His head was throbbing and he just wanted to sleep.

“Come on, Joe!” Chris shook Joe a little harder.

“Stop,” Joe moaned, “please stop.”

“Can you hear me?” Chris asked anxiously.

“Chris? S’that you?”

“Yes,” Chris replied, relief evident in his voice. Joe was conscious, even though he sounded disoriented.

“Why’s it s’dark in here?” Joe asked as he slowly opened his eyes. “Ah… where is here?”

Chris quickly explained the situation to Joe, answering Joe’s questions as he asked them.

“I think we need t’get outta here,” Joe finally said after listening to all Chris told him. Joe sat up and tried to clear his head. “They’re bound to try and grab Frank and Catherine as soon as they can and we’re the only ones that can keep that from happening.”

“Joe, I know Stan probably whacked you on the head pretty good,” Chris stated, “but, we’re both tied up in the dark. There is no way we’re going to get out of here anytime soon.”

“Are your wrists tied with rope like mine?” Joe asked, ignoring Chris’s negative attitude.

“Yeah,” Chris replied. “Why?”

“If they didn’t search me,” Joe answered, “there will be a Swiss army knife in my front, left pocket. If you can get close enough, you can get it out.” Joe lay back down so Chris could feel for the knife.

Chris shifted position again and groped blindly along Joe’s torso until he felt the boy’s belt. He worked his fingers into the pocket and gripped the small knife with his fingertips.

“Got it!” Chris exclaimed triumphantly.

Joe sat back up and the two young men were soon back to back.

Being more experienced in this type of situation, Joe got the knife and began working on the cords that bound Chris.

It seemed to take forever, but Chris finally pulled free of the rope. “Yes!” he cried, bringing his hands around front of him and rubbing his raw wrists.

“Take the knife and cut your ankles free,” Joe ordered. He felt Chris take the Swiss blade from his fingers. “Once you’re free, cut me loose so we can get out of here.”

* * *

“Hey Sheriff,” Deputy Vernon Sagawi called to the lawman. “Did you get the message I left on your desk this morning?”

Leroy Longtooth turned back to face the man that was leaning out the office window. “What message?”

“Wait a second,” Sagawi replied, “I’ll get it for you.”

Before Longtooth could argue, the deputy disappeared, only to reappear a few seconds later at the door of the building. He jogged across the parking lot to catch up with the sheriff.

“This call came in this morning while you were out questioning those Hardy kids,” the deputy stated, handing the older man a sheet of paper. “Could be a prank, but than again…”

“It could be pointing to our killer,” Sheriff Longtooth finished for him.

“Get Deputy Thayer and come with me. We need to check this out,” the sheriff ordered.

He watched the young officer run back into the building, but then his gaze turned toward Mesa Verde National Park. He couldn’t see the park, but knew the general direction.

He still needed to talk with Matoka Hrappowi, but for now, that conversation would have to wait.

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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.