Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction - Presenting "Yesterdays' Dreams, Tomorrow's Memories" by CQB

"If my dad ever finds out I’ve told anyone about this, he’ll kill me," Luke Martin stated. He was sitting on the desk chair, facing Frank and Joe. Frank was lying in the bed against a pile of pillows while Joe perched near the footrest.

"None of what I tell you can leave this room," Luke continued, "You guys have to swear you won’t tell!"

Frank and Joe exchanged a look of apprehension. "Luke," Frank carefully began, "We can’t make a promise like that. If you are in trouble, it may be beyond our abilities and we’ll have to go to someone who can help us."

"But we’re not blabbermouths, Luke," Joe took up the conversation, "We won’t tell people just to tell, and if we have to tell someone else, we’ll be honest with you."

Luke sighed. "Okay," he said, nodding his head, "I can’t take this anymore and I’m tired of moving. I’ll tell you all I know."

"Up until a little over a year ago, my life was pretty routine," Luke said, "We lived in Georgia, in a little town called ‘Praque Falls’. I went to school, played baseball and hung out with my best friend, Jeremy Lewis. Mom worked at a coffee house on the main street. Dad was an insurance salesman. He was hardly ever home."

"Then everything changed. Dad came home one night real upset. He and Mom went to their room and talked for hours. I could hear them talking, but couldn’t make out most of the words. I could hear Mom crying, and maybe even Dad crying. I’m not sure."

"Did they ever say what they were talking about?" Frank asked.

"No," Luke answered, "In fact, when they came down later, they acted like everything was completely normal. But I know it wasn’t. The words I picked up from the bottom of the stairs left me terrified."

"Do you remember them?" Joe inquired.

"I’ll never forget them," Luke sighed. "Dad said something about ‘having to get away’ and that the ‘bomb plot failed’. Mom said something about ‘terrorists’ and ‘killing innocent people’." Frank and Joe exchanged a look of deep concern.

"Dad disappeared shortly after that," Luke continued, "He was gone for about 11 days. Mom kept saying he was away on business, but she acted like she was afraid of something and she was always crying."

"Then Dad shows up one day, out of the blue," Luke went on, "He was all beat up and dirty. He was driving an old car I’d never seen before. He said we had to leave right now, no questions asked. We threw together a few personal things and loaded into the old car. That’s when I got another shock. When I climbed into the backseat, there was a girl there. Mom looked as shocked as I did. The girl couldn’t talk. She’s…she was hurt and pretty messed up. Dad said that some really bad people had hurt her and were going to let her die. Now those bad people were after him."

"What ‘bad people’?" Frank asked, "Did he give you a name or a place these people were from?"

"Nothing," Luke said shaking his head, "Now we’re on the run. We’ve moved so many times and changed names so often, I forget who I really am any more. Only Hope’s name hasn’t changed."

"Hope?" Joe questioned.

"The girl in the car. We call her Hope," Luke said, "Everyone thinks she’s my sister."

* * *

Nicholas Garris studied the picture of the dark-haired youth. ‘So, young Mr. Hardy, how do you fit into all of this? What is your tie to the Cassidy property and David Morgan’s son?’ He went to the phone and began dialing.

"Garris here," Nicholas stated into the phone, "I need some muscle for a local job. Good. That will work out just fine."

* * *

"These old houses are so full of character," Tighndale Cassidy said, escorting Gertrude Hardy through one of the old, Victorian style homes on his recently purchased property.

"The woodwork is absolutely lovely," Gertrude commented, cautiously stroking an oak banister, "and the stained glass above that parlor window is beautiful. This small parlor would make a lovely sitting room for the folks that live here."

As Gertrude walked into the room, the late morning sun shone through the purple and reds of the stained glass. Filtering through the haze of years of dust, the attractive woman was suddenly bathed in the diffused color. Tigh Cassidy looked on with great appreciation. Gertrude was a saucy woman for certain. She was sharp tongued and quick witted, but he also saw in her a woman who was fiercely protective of those she loved. Tigh Cassidy knew without a doubt, he was falling in love.

* * *

"Wow," Joe said after the three boys had sat in silence for several minutes. "There are so many possibilities here."

"How does all this tie in with you being so upset this morning?" Joe asked Luke.

"Dad announced that we needed to move again," Luke sadly said, "I won’t. Not again. I like it here. You guys have made me feel welcome for the first time since we left Georgia."

"Did your father say why?" Frank questioned.

"No," Luke replied, shaking his head, "and it’s really weird, too. He and Mom both said just yesterday that we would probably stay in Bayport."

"Did you talk about anything later that might have caused your dad to feel threatened again?" Joe inquired.

"No, I don’t think that’s it," Luke commented, shaking his head slightly, "The only thing we talked about was you guys and that I thought we’d be good friends."

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