Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Early the next morning, Frank Hardy woke to the sound of an angry voice coming from the kitchen of Chris Bayer’s apartment. He glanced at the sleeping bag next to his and noticed that his brother’s deep blue eyes were riveted to the door that led to the kitchen.

Joe looked up and caught Frank’s gaze. “Should we go see what’s got Chris so worked up this morning?”

“You read my mind, little brother,” Frank replied. Both boys pulled on the clothes they’d discarded nearby the previous night. Without disturbing their sleeping friends, the Hardy brothers slipped into the short hallway that opened into the apartment’s small kitchen.

“What evidence?” Chris shouted into the telephone. He was anxiously tapping his fingers on the table. He glanced up as Frank and Joe entered the room.

The Hardy brothers quickly noticed the worry etched on their “brother’s” face. Something very serious was going on and it had Chris extremely upset.

“Don’t worry about anything and don’t answer any questions until I track down a good lawyer,” Chris said, trying to sound calm. “This will all work out, Cath. Just hang in there.”

Frank and Joe exchanged a glance. This didn’t sound good at all.

After hanging up, Chris turned to face the boys. “Catherine’s at the sheriff’s station. Apparently, they found some kind of evidence that leads the sheriff’s department to believe that Mark thought of Catherine while he was dying.”

“The letters,” Joe said softly.

“What letters? What are you talking about?” Chris questioned.

Joe looked at Frank and the older boy nodded. With a sigh, Joe explained to Chris about the letters ‘CAT’ that were found traced in the dirt near Mark’s right hand.

“It looks like he was trying to spell out Catherine’s name, but couldn’t finish,” Joe concluded.

“But it certainly doesn’t imply that she was with him or had anything to do with his death,” Frank quickly added.

Chris just stared at the Hardy brothers for several seconds. “Longtooth thinks differently though, doesn’t he?” Chris finally asked.

“My guess is that if he can somehow manage it, he’ll get the local D.A. to charge Catherine with murder, no matter how circumstantial the evidence may be,” Frank carefully suggested. “That way he can close this case quickly and without a lot of bad publicity.”

“But Catherine had no motive! Why would she want Mark dead?” Chris cried.

“That’s what we’re going to have to find out,” Joe said, putting a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Looks like we’re going to have to prove Catherine’s innocent.”

“So much for ‘innocent until proven guilty’, huh guys?” Phil Cohen stated. He and the other boys had arrived in the kitchen just moments ago.

“Looks like the Hardys have a new case,” added Chet Morton.

* * *

“Look Chief,” Billy Moss said, “All I’m saying is, the evidence is pretty flimsy. Who knows what Campton was thinking in his last moments of life?”

“He was obviously thinking of Miss Laeche,” Sheriff Longtooth replied. “And I swear Moss, if you don’t stop with the ‘chief’ business, I’m gonna throw your sorry carcass in jail!”

Usually, he’d rib the sheriff a bit more, but today, Billy’s heart wasn’t in it. He glanced through the two-way mirror at the young woman that sat weeping in the next room. He ran a hand absently through his sun-bleached blond hair as he pondered his CS findings once again.

“Maybe he wasn’t spelling out Catherine’s name at all. Maybe he saw a cougar or bob-cat and wanted to warn her,” Moss suggested, knowing it sounded lame, even as he spoke.

“Until we find out exactly how Mark died, I got nothing to hold her with anyway. I’ve got to release her,” Longtooth conceded, “but if the coroner proves he was murdered, I’m arresting her.”

* * *

Matoka Hrappowi read the early morning paper with great interest. He checked carefully through the story of Mark Campton discovery. There was no clear evidence according to the paper. Hrappowi frowned. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

“So we’ll have to wait and see how the game plays out,” he said at last. He sipped his coffee and smiled. He moved into the living room of his spacious apartment and sat on the linen upholstered sofa. Savanna, his white and gray Tabby cat quickly curled up on his lap.

“That’s fine,” Matoka stated, stroking the cat’s head, “because I like watching games.”

* * *

David Kelhoyouma walked slowly to the door of his small, adobe house. His was the third in a row of individual dwellings along the dusty road that was ‘main street’ to the inhabitants of Mesa Ochre Village. Mesa Ochre had once been part of the Hopi reservation in the 1940’s. It was now independent of the government, but still provided homes for the ancestors of the former occupants.

He cocked an eyebrow questioningly as he peered at his visitor. “Did you come here to set me straight? Get me to see things through the white man’s eyes?” He expected to be lectured and reprimanded for his arrest the previous day.

“N-no,” the visitor said quietly. “Mark is dead.”

“Come inside,” Dave ordered, closing the wooden door behind them.

“I heard,” Dave said, passing his guest a glass of water. “Why does that bring you here?”

Catherine looked into his eyes, “They think I killed him.”

Dave paled, but he listened to her explain about the police questioning her. He moved beside her.

“I didn’t kill Mark,” Catherine wept. “Dave, I couldn’t kill him even if I had a motive. I’m not a killer!”

“Why do they suspect you?”

“By his hand, Mark had written my nickname in the dirt,” she replied. She leaned against his broad shoulder.

To Dave, she suddenly seemed like the small girl with bouncing black braids that he long ago chased down the road playing tag.

“Don’t worry Cat,” Dave said soothingly. “I will protect you. That is what big brothers are for.”

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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.