Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Frank jogged out to the road and looked back at the van. It was well hidden and couldn’t be seen by anyone driving by. Satisfied, he ran back to his friends.

He handed small flashlights to Biff Hooper and Luke Martin. “Keep the lights pointed to the ground,” Frank instructed, “we don’t want to announce our arrival.”

“What are we looking for?” Luke asked.

“First, the gray truck,” Frank answered. “If we find the truck, we look more closely for any sign of Joe or Chris.

“I have no idea if Lomayaktewa is involved in their disappearances, but if it was his truck I saw…”

“Makes him look awfully suspicious,” Biff interjected, finishing Frank’s statement.

The trio of teens stayed off the road and silently made their way to the cabin Catherine had directed them to. As they peered through the woods, they could see the soft glow of a light on inside the dark silhouette of Stan’s house.

“Check it out,” Biff whispered, pointing toward the rear of the cabin. A gray pick up truck was parked on the gravel driveway.

“You two go look over the truck,” Frank ordered, “I’m going to try and get a peek inside.” Biff and Luke nodded and crept across the driveway to the truck.

Frank moved up to the nearest window and cautiously raised his head. He took a quick peek and saw two men in the room; one sat calmly in an easy chair while the other paced nervously.

Crouching back down below the sill, Frank could pick up the men’s voices through the slightly open window.

“Matoka is taking care of Moss, so stop worrying,” one voice said. Frank had only met Bull Byron once, at Balcony House the day Joe and Biff discovered Campton’s body, but his voice was deep and easily recognizable.

“Yeah, well, he was supposed to get rid of Moss and those kids at Campton’s place,” the second voice sneered and Frank assumed it belonged to Lomayaktewa, “and he messed that up.”

Frank heard a slight rustle of leaves and saw Biff and Luke making their way back into the woods. He saw one of them signal him with a brief wink from a flashlight.

He knew enough from the short bit of conversation he’d eavesdropped on, that Byron, Lomayaktewa and someone named ‘Matoka’ were working together to get rid of him, Joe and Billy Moss; he just didn’t know why, yet.

He was about to run back across to the woods when the headlights of an approaching vehicle nearly blinded him.

“Stan! Bull! Someone’s spying!” Frank heard the driver of the battered Ford Bronco shout and he tore across the driveway into the woods.

“Run!” Frank cried as he and the other two boys raced toward the hidden van. He could hear someone coming up in the woods behind them.

Biff, with his long legs, was well in front of Frank and Luke. Knowing time was crucial to their escape, Frank called out, “Biff catch!”

With the form that made him a star pitcher on Bayport High’s baseball team, Frank tossed the van keys to his friend.

Biff snatched the keys from the air and quickly climbed in the driver’s seat. The van’s well tuned engine roared to life. Biff reached over and pushed the passenger side door open as Frank reached it.

“Hurry Luke!” the dark haired Hardy brother cried, watching his friend. He reached out an arm and grabbed Luke.

“Go Biff! Go!” Frank hollered as he pulled Luke through the door and across his own lap.

Luke tumbled to the floor as Frank pulled the door shut. Biff floored the gas peddle and the van responded beautifully. All three were grateful that Joe kept the van’s engine in excellent condition.

Frank glanced behind them and saw a pair of headlights in the distance. “Better keep up the speed. I don’t think they can catch us in that old Bronco, but the truck looked new.”

“Uh-uh,” Biff countered. “The truck is old, too. Just has a new paint job. Tell him what we found, Luke.”

Luke, having finally buckled up in the seat behind Biff began telling Frank what they’d discovered in the truck. “It’s not good, Frank. There was a tarp in the back of the truck. There was blood on it.”

“Might be from Joe or Chris,” Biff added.

Frank worriedly ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not good, for certain. I heard them talking,” he glanced from Luke to Biff, “they tried to kill us at Campton’s cabin.”

“Oh God,” Luke stated, his eyes wide in horror. “They might have killed Joe already! They could have used the tarp to transport his body and they probably buried him out here somewhere!”

The mood in the van became solemn as the three boys digested the gruesome thought.

“If they killed my brother, that’s all the more reason to bring them to justice,” Frank said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Take us to Durango, Biff. We’re going to the sheriff’s office.”

* * *

“Who was it?” Bull Byron questioned Matoka Hrappowi as he entered the cabin.

“My guess is that it was those brat teenagers from New York,” the old man hissed.

“What were you two discussing? How much do they know now?” he peered from Stan’s worried face to Byron’s defiant one.

Byron glanced at Stan, but then turned back to Matoka. “It had to be the dark haired kid. We have the blond kid stowed away with Bayer in the cave.

“Let’s just cut our losses and scram,” the big man suggested. “You and I can start fresh somewhere else.”

Stan Lomayaktewa didn’t like the way this conversation was going at all. “Hey, I’ve been with you both for too long. You can’t just cut me off!”

“Not off, my friend,” Matoka smiled. “We’ll simply cut you out.”

The silencer hissed as the bullet passed through the barrel of the pistol. Stan was dead before his body hit the floor.

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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.