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

"Dad is with Agent Gray from the Network," Frank Hardy offered, leading Chief of Police Ezra Collig into the Hardy kitchen, "They’re following a lead right now, so I was going to come down to the station to see you."

"Gray is involved in this?" Collig asked, not liking the government man snooping around Bayport.

"Yes, Sir," answered Frank. He quickly briefed Collig on all that he knew concerning the Martins and their real identity.

"So your father and Gray think this Garris guy ordered the hit on the Martins and is trying to cause problems for Tighndale Cassidy?" the chief questioned.

"Yes," Frank replied, "and if Garris’ people came back to the Martin house, he may have Joe and Luke now. That’s why it’s so important to track down the guys that are vandalizing the property. They may know where Garris is located."

"We may be in luck, then," Chief Collig stated, "I sent some officers to scour the area where you were hit, and they found a ball bat. Our crime lab has it now, trying to get prints off of it."

"Let’s go see what they’ve found out!" Frank cried.

* * *

Joe Hardy watched Weaver and Reese move to either side of him. They could easily bring him down, but were both wary of the pipe Joe firmly gripped in his hands.

Joe knew he was in trouble and his standoff was only buying him a few minutes. He decided to take the offensive. Planting his feet firmly, he faked a swing toward Reese, but came back around, the pipe in his hands aiming for Weaver’s bald head.

Weaver saw the pipe coming and, instead of ducking, he instinctively put up his arms to block it. The pipe hit the thug’s left forearm with a sickening crack.

"Ah-h-h!" Weaver screamed in agony, clutching the broken limb and staggering backwards. Joe swung back, hoping to catch Reese distracted, but Reese had never taken his eyes off the pipe.

Earl Reese ducked at Joe’s faked swing, but watched the pipe connect with his partner’s arm. He anticipated Joe’s next move and grinned wickedly as the kid did exactly what Reese thought he would do. Reese reached up with his massive hands and grabbed the pipe as it thwacked into his waiting palms.

Joe felt Earl’s strength as the bigger man easily gained control of the improvised weapon. Joe fell back against the door of the supply closet as Reese bore down on the youth. Within seconds, Reese had Joe pinned against the door; the galvanized pipe pressed firmly against Joe’s throat.

"Strangle that punk!" hissed Weaver through gritted teeth, "He broke my arm!"

Reese applied a little more pressure as Joe continued to struggle. "You’re quite a fighter, kid," Reese grinned, watching Joe’s resistance.

Already weak from the previous night’s ordeal, Joe wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He could hardly breathe and his head was pounding against the building pressure.

"That’s enough," Nicholas Garris finally intervened, "Mr. Hardy is wanted by my people alive. Bring him to the office."

Garris peered into the supply closet at Luke Martin. Not bothering to retie the boy’s ankles, he hefted the 4x4 board back in place, locking Luke inside. He then followed Reese and Joe to the office, with Weaver trailing behind.

* * *

"You do understand, Mrs. Wheeler," Mrs. Galbreath, the Social Worker, stated in an authoritive manner, "The young lady needs very special care. She has obviously suffered some terrible abuse. She is non-verbal, and though both eardrums are damaged, she seems to be able to hear. We have no idea how much the poor dear actually comprehends, though."

Samantha Wheeler looked at the frail girl in the wheelchair. The girl watched her with apprehension and Samantha tried to give the child a reassuring smile. She knelt down and peered into Hope Martin’s deep brown eyes.

"Hello, Hope," the 54 year old widow greeted the girl affectionately, "I think we’ll be good friends. You’re going to come and live with me in my little house on Elm Street for a while. I have a room all fixed up for you."

Hope’s eyes grew bright as Mrs. Wheeler spoke. The woman pushed Hope’s wheelchair out to her modified van, saying, "I’m sure my two young neighbor boys will be glad to meet you. They are probably about your age, I’d guess. Both are very handsome and sweet. Frank is one of those tall, dark and silent types. Joe is blond, blue eyed and delightfully funny."

Mrs. Wheeler secured Hope’s chair on the lift and turned on the hydraulic system. Hope’s chair rose level with the floor of the van. Mrs. Wheeler released the brake, and the wheels carried the chair onto a special plate, anchored to the floor. She secured the wheelchair to the plate and checked Hope’s safety harness. Finally, she glanced up at the girl. A single tear rolled gently down Hope’s marred cheek.

"Oh Sweetheart," the woman’s heart broke for the girl, "Everything will be alright. You wait and see!"

* * *

Fenton Hardy and the Gray Man had spent the morning checking out a few possible leads to the location of the Leviathan Corporation. After several dead ends, Mr. Hardy was feeling angry and frustrated.

"There has to be someway to pin-point Garris!" the elder Hardy ranted, "Someone, somewhere has seen the man! He’s not invisible!"

"We’ll find him, Hardy," Gray said smoothly.

"Yeah," Mr. Hardy grimaced, "But will we find my son in time?"

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