hardy boys fan fiction
YESTERDAY'S DREAMS, TOMORROW'S MEMORIES
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Chapter 16
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
"What’s wrong?" Joe asked, stepping up beside his friend. When Luke didn’t reply, Joe followed his gaze to the door. It was slightly open. Joe frowned. ‘It’s cold out,’ he thought, ‘No one would leave their door open on purpose.’
"Luke," Joe said, moving forward, "when we get inside, don’t touch anything." Cautiously, the two teens moved into the kitchen.
"See anything out of place?" Joe asked in a whisper.
"Hope’s wheelchair isn’t here," Luke quietly answered, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair, "They must be upstairs." They moved forward a little further, keeping as quiet as possible.
"Wait," Luke said, "The basement door is open. Dad stores Hope’s wheelchair in there. Maybe he’s there." They moved toward the door.
Joe’s intuition was screaming that something was very wrong as they neared the door. The basement light was on, yet no sound could be heard coming from the lower level. Then Joe saw something that brought chills to his spine. Three dark drops of deep crimson were on the floor, just inside the door on the stairwell. Joe tried to stop Luke from going any further, but the youth had already seen the drops.
"Dad!" Luke yelled and tore down the stairs with Joe close on his heels. Luke’s screams ripped at Joe’s heart. Luke tried to reach his parent’s bodies, but Joe grabbed his friend from behind. Luke fought briefly before collapsing against his friend’s chest and sobbing uncontrollably.
Joe knew he needed to call the police, and he needed to let Frank know what had happened, but at the moment, all he could do was hold on to Luke.
* * *
"No one’s answering at Martin’s," Frank stated, frowning at the phone, "I tried Joe’s cell phone, but I only got his voice mailbox."
"Frank," Laura Hardy said, fear in her voice, "Your father called earlier, while you were sleeping. He sounded worried and wanted to make sure both you and Joe were here at home. He didn’t say why, but with Joe not being home…"
"Did Dad leave a number?" Frank asked, realizing what his mother was implying. Did he and Joe stumble into something they weren’t aware of yet?
"Yes," Laura answered, handing Frank a slip of paper. Frank began dialing.
* * *
"We lost the kids," Bob Weaver said into his cell phone, "Reese thinks they’ll go to the Morgan kid’s house. Just give me the address, Diller."
"Got it?" Earl Reese asked a few moments later as his partner put away the phone.
"Yeah, make the next right," Weaver replied, "Diller and Bianco took out Morgan and his wife. If those kids go there, they’ll be in for quite a surprise."
"We could be too if we don’t hurry," Reese commented.
"What’da ya mean?" Weaver asked.
"That blond kid’s a Hardy," Reese answered, "he’ll call the cops if they find the bodies."
* * *
"Luke," Joe said softly, "We’ve got to call the police. Come on upstairs with me." Joe practically drug Luke up the stairs. He helped his friend into the living room and sat him on the sofa.
"I’ll call the police on the hall phone," Joe said, "Just wait here." He quickly got to the phone and hoped that the lines weren’t cut. Joe heard the dial tone and sighed. He punched in the familiar digits of the Bayport Police department. Joe was glad when a friendly voice greeted him on the other end of the line.
"Con? This is Joe Hardy" the blond youth stated.
"What kind of trouble did you fall into this time, Joe?" Con Riley joked, knowing all too well that the Hardy brothers attracted trouble like iron pilings to a magnet.
"Con, I’m at Luke Martins’ house. They just moved here a few weeks ago," Joe said, glancing into the living room to check on Luke, "Mr. and Mrs. Martin are dead. Luke and I just found them. Con, it looks like they were killed assassination style. A single small caliber shot in the forehead." Con Riley took down the address and reminded Joe not to touch anything. The police were on the way.
Joe started going back into the living room with Luke, when he heard a muffled thump come from upstairs. Joe stopped and waited, listening. He heard it again. Without bothering Luke, Joe silently crept up the stairs to the second story of the house.
* * *
"Dad’s flying home first thing in the morning," Frank told his mother, "It seems that one of the parties that tried to buy the land Mr. Cassidy owns is a front corporation for some kind of gang. Dad’s afraid they may have recognized Joe or me out there last night." Frank couldn’t tell his mother who the ‘gang’ really was, though his own stomach was churning with fear that the Assassins might be after his brother.
"So someone might have hurt Joe, like they hurt you last night?" Laura asked in fear.
"Mom, try not to worry. Joe’s not alone," Frank said, giving her the best smile he could muster under the circumstances, "I’m going to call some of the guys since I’m not up to driving and head over to Luke’s place. If they aren’t there, we’ll check out Cassidy’s property again."
"Frank," Laura started, "Please be…"
"Careful!" Frank finished,
dialing Chet Morton’s phone number.
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