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

"I’m afraid you friend Luke’s father was far more than an insurance salesman," the Gray Man stated, peering intently at Frank Hardy over the rim of his coffee cup.

"I suspected that much," Frank replied, curious about what Gray had discovered, "The whole story Luke told us sounded too pat. The insurance bit was probably a cover for whatever he was really involved in, right?"

"Correct. Want to guess what he really was?" Gray asked. Deep inside, Frank was pretty sure he already knew, but dreaded facing that knowledge. He simply shook his head.

Gray smiled knowingly. Frank knew, or at least suspected the truth, Gray surmised.

"Daniel Martin’s real name is…ah, was…David Charles Morgan."

Frank’s father, Fenton Hardy, let out a low whistle. Frank looked from Gray to his father, "Who is this David Morgan, Dad?"

"I know that name from years back. The Morgan men are well known for their involvement in modern terrorism," Mr. Hardy explained, "Joe could be in very big trouble here!"

"The Morgan’s are an Assassin legacy, I’m afraid, Frank," Gray resumed grimly, "His grandfather was one of the original founders of the present day Assassins. Randolph David Morgan was known as the "Reaper", and personally trained a man whose name you will recognize, Al Rousasa." A gasp escaped from Frank’s throat as he clearly pictured the terrorist who almost pulled Joe to his death with him.

"Charles Randolph Morgan was far more passive than his father, but just as deep in the organization," continued Gray, "He was a pencil pusher for the Assassins. Even a terrorist group has to have someone keeping things organized. David Morgan followed in his father’s footsteps, doing office work. Later, it was discovered that he had a talent for building small bombs."

"You and your brother have stumbled into the middle of a nest of Assassins," the Network agent stated.

"The Leviathan Corporation is an Assassin front company," Mr. Hardy interjected, "We know they tried to buy the property Tigh Cassidy now owns. It’s a good guess that they had hoped to set up this dummy corporation here in Bayport and use it as an east coast headquarters."

"Whoever gave me a whopper headache Friday night must have been working for the Assassins," Frank surmised, "Vandalism is too small-game for the Assassins. But this is all too fragmented. There has to be a common thread between that property and Luke Martin’s family."

"There is, Frank," the Gray Man said, "that common thread is a man named Nicholas Garris. My people are trying to locate the Leviathan Corporation. We are quite confident that Garris is running the front somewhere near Bayport."

* * *

Joe Hardy froze. He heard Garris yelling about searching the warehouse and Joe knew he didn’t have time to get both himself and Luke to safety.

Footfalls could be heard heading for the supply closet where the two boys were waiting. Joe knew he couldn’t get away, but he sure wasn’t going to surrender either. He glanced around for a weapon and spied a 3-foot piece galvanized one inch pipe on the floor. Joe grabbed it and prepared his aching body for a no-win battle.

Not wanting Luke to get hurt by accident, Joe sprang from the closet, just as the two mountainous thugs closed in. Joe stood ready, silently praying that the trio he was facing was unarmed, slashing the pipe in the air and smacking it loudly on a concrete pillar.

"Give it up, kid," Bob Weaver voiced, jumping back slightly from the sharp, cracking sound. He moved to Joe’s right, while his partner, Earl Reese, stood firm to Joe’s left.

"Mr. Hardy," Nicholas Garris sneered, coming to a stop between his hired muscle, "You can’t possibly take us all out with that little piece of pipe. Just surrender and maybe I’ll be a little merciful on you."

"You’re right, Garris," Joe agreed, hiding his fear and staring into the Assassin’s eyes, "but if I’m going down, I’m going take at least one of you with me. Do you want to volunteer?"

* * *

Ezra Collig pulled up in front of the Hardy home, just as a dark gray rental car pulled away. He climbed out of his squad car and started up the steps. Before he reached the porch, the front door opened and Frank Hardy glanced at the chief of police.

"Chief Collig," Frank greeted the man, "You’re just the man I was coming to see!"

"Oh?"

"Yes, Sir," Frank responded, opening the door for the chief to come inside, "I was wondering if you found any evidence that would tell you who tried to bash my head in Friday night? We think it may be someone working for the people responsible for the Martin’s murders and Joe and Luke’s disappearance."

* * *

"Dear Trudy," Tigh Cassidy sighed as he put his hand over Gertrude Hardy’s hand and whispered, "If you are too upset over Joe, we can skip lunch today. I’ve been watching you during Pastor Bennet’s message, and you’re miles away."

"You’re right, Tigh," Gertrude replied in a hushed tone, "Could we just go to the house after the service and check on Laura? Perhaps she’s heard something and I really don’t think she should be alone."

"Let’s drive through the pick-up window of that fast-food chicken place," suggested the genial man, "We can pick up some things for everyone to eat at the house."

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