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

"First, Mr. Reese," Garris scowled at the large man in front of him, "You brought the wrong Hardy kid. Of course, this one will do, but you messed up."

"We got the kid Diller and Bianco told us to snag!" protested Bob Weaver.

"Bianco and Diller were assigned to take out Morgan, nothing more. They’ve returned to our main office," Nicholas stared at his manicured nails, "All you had to do was bring me Morgan’s son and the dark-haired Hardy boy."

"So you want us to grab the other Hardy kid?" questioned Reese, "He’s got to be the dark-haired kid Diller saw them leave the hospital with."

"Of course he is," agreed Garris, "One of my boys hit him with a baseball bat. He spent the night in the hospital."

"Look, Garris," Reese began, "Give us half of what you owe us, and we’ll collect the other half when we bring the other kid."

"Forget the other kid," Garris snapped, "It’s too late to get him now! No, but I do have a way for you to redeem yourselves. I have a loose end that needs eliminated. You’ll take care of it and be back here Monday morning to collect your cash."

The two thugs looked at each other and shrugged. "Okay," Weaver said, "Tell us what you want done."

Garris smiled as he outlined his plan to rid himself of the three delinquents he’d hired to vandalize the Cassidy property.

* * *

Joe Hardy listened intently for any change in the voices coming from the office. They were still talking, so they hadn’t heard Joe fall free from the overhead rope. Quickly untying the rope on his ankles, Joe looked around the vast warehouse for any sign of Luke Martin. Not seeing his friend, Joe began a silent circuit of the warehouse, looking for a place where Luke might be stashed.

Joe passed by a dirt-covered window, but even through the grim, he could tell the sun was just beginning to rise. He was tired and hurting, but knew he couldn’t leave the warehouse without Luke.

Joe was about to move to the other side of the room when his ears picked up the sound of soft sobbing. Following the sound, Joe found a supply closet, the door held shut with a 4 x 4 board run through two iron eyelets on either side. Joe grimaced in pain as he hefted the heavy board away from the door. Pulling the door open, Joe’s eyes came to rest on the huddled form of Luke Martin.

"Luke," Joe said softly, knowing his friend was suffering from a grief so deep, Joe couldn’t even begin to comprehend the emotional pain, "We need to get out of here, Buddy."

Joe began working at the knots that secured Luke’s ankles, wishing he had his pocket knife with him. Joe also kept an ear listening to the voices still audible in the office.

Joe had just gotten Luke’s ankles untied, when the office door opened and the three men emerged.

* * *

"Frank!"

Frank Hardy groaned and tried to roll back over in his bed. ‘It couldn’t possibly be morning,’ he reasoned, ‘I just got to bed.’

"Frank, I’m sorry son," Fenton Hardy gently shook Frank’s shoulder, "Gray will be here in about 10 minutes. I let you sleep as long as possible."

‘Gray,’ Frank thought, but then he suddenly remembered, ‘Joe and Luke are missing.’ He struggled to open his deep, brown eyes. "It’s okay Dad," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "I’ll be down in a couple minutes."

By the time Frank reached the kitchen, his aunt was pouring Arthur Gray a fresh cup of coffee. She smiled at Frank and quickly poured him a cup as well.

"I’ll leave you now to tend to business," Gertrude said, wiping her hands on a towel.

"You really didn’t need to do this Gert," Fenton smiled warmly at his sister.

"I most certainly did," Gertrude replied saucily, "I know Laura didn’t sleep well, worrying herself half to death over Joe. Speaking of which, you need to be alert when you chase down these hooligans that kidnapped Joe and his friend!"

"Thank you, sister," Fenton said, gently kissing her cheek.

"Stop this foolish sentiment and get to work on a plan to get our Joe back!" Gertrude bristled, "I’ll be going to church this morning, and I’ll be sure to say a prayer for Joe and his friend." She quickly stepped out of the kitchen.

* * *

Ezra Collig climbed into his police cruiser and pulled out of his driveway. He headed into downtown Bayport, but didn’t plan to stop at the station just yet. He fully intended to question Frank Hardy about the Martin family, certain that the boy knew more than he let on at the Martin house the previous night.

"I just hope that anything Frank knows will shed some light on this case."

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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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