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

By the time Biff and Chet dropped Frank Hardy off at home, the youth was bone-weary. It had to be close to midnight, and Frank didn’t even want to look at the kitchen clock.

He started climbing the stairs, his heart heavy with worry over Joe and Luke’s whereabouts. Where were they? Did the Martin’s murderer return and grab them? He also thought about the girl. She had to be the girl Luke told them about – Hope. Who was she and how did she tie into what Luke had told them about his father?

Frank shook his head, just wanting to get a few hours sleep before he went looking for Joe. He had almost reached the top step when he heard the back door open and close again.

"Joe!" Frank called down the steps, praying he’d see his brother’s smiling face in the kitchen.

* * *

Fenton Hardy stretched his 6’ 2" frame as the small commuter plane taxied to a stop at Bayport’s airfield. The flight from Washington to New York City seemed to take forever, yet somehow, the brief hop from the city to Bayport seemed to take even longer.

Fenton glanced at his traveling companion. Arthur Gray was looking out the window of the plane, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. Gray turned and caught Mr. Hardy’s glance.

"Did you sleep any, Hardy?" the Gray Man asked.

"Not much," Fenton replied, "My stress level is in high gear right now. I need to find my boys right away."

"Let’s go then," Gray agreed.

* * *

Joe Hardy’s head was pounding. The pain made him want to just go back to sleep. Before he could remember why his head hurt, Joe felt someone lifting him over their shoulder.

‘The mountain,’ Joe vaguely remembered, ‘Where’s Luke?’

Bob Weaver unceremoniously dumped the semi-conscious Hardy boy on the floor of their dingy, white van. Joe cringed as he hit the dirty floor with a hard thud, jarring his arm and shoulder. A few seconds later, Joe felt a second thud, as Luke Martin’s unconscious form was dropped beside him.

Joe tried to move, but realized he was tightly bound. He tried to struggle against the knots at his wrists, but they held tight.

"Stop that movin’ around kid," growled a voice from the front of the van. Earl Reese kicked Joe hard in the side, "You ain’t goin’ nowhere boy, so just settle down and enjoy the ride."

Joe gritted his teeth against the new pain in his ribs, courtesy of the boot to his side. He settled against Luke, hoping they could share some body heat. The van floor was bare and neither boy wore a coat to protect them from the cold metal.

As the van started moving, Joe had a bad feeling that he and Luke were in BIG trouble.

* * *

Frank dashed down the steps and ran toward the back door. He stopped short as he saw his father and the Gray Man standing just inside the kitchen door.

Fenton looked up as Frank entered the room. His immediate relief at seeing his oldest son turned to worry as he peered into Frank’s deep, brown eyes.

"Dad?" Frank questioned, "How’d you get here so fast? I thought you were coming in the morning?"

"Your brother’s intuition is rubbing off on me," Mr. Hardy replied with a slight smile, "I just felt like something was wrong and I needed to be here as quick as possible. Gray pulled a few strings to get us here."

"I’m glad you listened to your instincts," Frank said, reaching out to embrace his father, "Joe’s missing, Dad."

* * *

Reese and Weaver drove their van to Southport, both glad that their young captives were staying quiet in the back of the vehicle.

They pulled up to the old warehouse Nicholas Garris was using as his base of operation. Bob Weaver exited the van and walked up to a battered speaker beside a large, metal garage door.

"Weaver here. We got your, ah, packages, Mr. Garris."

Instantly, the corrugated door began retracting into the building. Weaver followed the van inside and the door squealed shut again.

"You made excellent time gentlemen," Nicholas Garris said, approaching the white van. "Where are my prize prisoners?"

Weaver pulled open the side door and lifted Luke Martin out of the van. He placed the startled youth on the cement floor. Luke’s hazel eyes darted around the dark interior and settled on Garris.

"Hello Bryan," Garris grinned evilly at the boy’s astonishment, "Yes, my young friend, I know who you really are." Luke trembled, knowing deep inside that somehow, this man was responsible for his parents’ deaths.

"Here’s your bonus, Mr. Garris," Earl Reese said, placing Joe Hardy on the cement beside Luke. Garris gazed at the blond boy and frowned.

"What is this?" Garris demanded, staring into Joe’s angry blue eyes, "Where’s Fenton Hardy’s son?"

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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.

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