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

"I don’t understand what’s wrong, Dan," Susan Martin said, exasperation evident in her voice, "You said this was it. We would be safe here. We’ve moved and changed our names four times. They can’t find us!"

"I still don’t think they’ll find us," Dan assured his wife, "But Luke is making friends with Fenton Hardy’s sons."

"So?" Susan shook her head, "Who is he?"

"He’s a detective, Susan," Dan replied, "A very good detective who just happens to work with the Network from time to time."

"The Network?" Susan’s eyes filled with tears as she realized what her husband was saying, "He might recognize you."

"Not only him," Dan stated, "but those boys of his work with him a lot. That boy in Luke’s classes, Joe, he was the one who cornered Al-Rousasa."

Susan paled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I’ll start packing," she said, and started up the steps.

Dan lifted Hope from her wheelchair and carried her upstairs. He placed her on her bed. The room was done in bright yellow. It seemed the right color for her. He returned to the kitchen to retrieve the wheelchair and place it in the basement stairwell.

Dan walked back into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the two men holding guns right at his chest.

* * *

"If you have room for dessert, I recommend the cheesecake," Gertrude Hardy said, sipping her decaf-coffee.

"I’m sure it doesn’t compare to that wonderful coffee cake you served the other day," Tigh Cassidy responded, "If I decide to stay in Bayport and open an inn in the largest house, I’ll want to hire you to do all the baking."

"I’d be flattered," Gertrude replied. She sipped her coffee again and then peered over the rim at Tigh. "What will determine your choice?"

"To stay in Bayport, you mean?" he answered with a grin that reminded Gertrude very much of her nephew Joe when he was being ornery.

"Yes," she replied, hiding a smile of her own.

"I suppose a lot of it will depend on you, dear Trudy."

* * *

Fenton Hardy was tired as he rode the elevator up to his hotel room. The flight to Washington D.C. had taken too long, he’d had to wait in too many security lines and the steak he’d eaten at the airport restaurant had been over cooked. He just wanted to take a hot shower, call Laura and check on things at home, and then climb into bed early.

He reached his room and unlocked the door. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, his detective’s six-sense kicked on. Something didn’t feel right and he stood perfectly still, waiting and listening.

"Sorry to alarm you, Hardy," came a voice from the darkness, "but I couldn’t wait for morning. Things are moving rather quickly."

"Hello to you too, Gray," Mr. Hardy replied, flipping on the overhead light. "Do you always hide out in people’s hotel rooms in the dark?"

"Only when necessary," The Gray Man smiled. He waited for Fenton to join him at the small table. "I took the liberty of ordering coffee."

Fenton poured himself a cup and looked over at the Network agent, "So, what’s this about things moving quickly?"

"Apparently, the Assassins tried to purchase property along the coast through a front business," Gray stated, taking a deep swallow of his black coffee.

"I assume you have the name of this business?" Mr. Hardy inquired.

"It’s called Leviathan Corporation," Gray said, "They claim to be a distribution center. So far, we have no idea what it is they’re supposed to be distributing, but…Mr. Hardy? Are you alright?"

"Leviathan? You’re sure that’s the name?" the detective asked, his face suddenly pale.

"Yes, but…"

"Excuse me a minute, Gray," Fenton stated, reaching for the telephone.

* * *

"I think we lost them," Joe Hardy said, after driving around town for 40 minutes. He glanced once again into the rearview mirror.

"W-who were they?" Luke asked, his knuckles white from clutching the armrests of his seat.

"My guess," Joe replied, "is that they were probably following us to find your dad. We need to find out who your father is hiding from and why."

"What d-do we do now?" Luke questioned, looking at Joe.

Joe glanced into Luke’s terrified hazel eyes. "Luke, I think I need to talk to you dad."

* * *

Laura Hardy answered the phone in her kitchen and was thrilled to hear her husband’s voice, until she noticed his worried tone.

"Where are the boys, Love?" Fenton asked.

"Frank’s here resting. He said Joe took the Martin boy home, but he was coming right back," she replied.

"When Joe gets there, keep them home and have them call me here. It’s very important!"

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