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

Earl Reese was sweating. He was a thief, kidnapper and enjoyed roughing people up for pay, but he was no murderer. Not until he saw Nicholas Garris shoot his partner in cold blood. With his broken arm courtesy of Joe Hardy, Garris felt that Weaver was useless to them now.

Neither Reese nor his now deceased partner, Bob Weaver, had wanted to carry out the latest orders from Garris. They tried to get the money owed them from snatching the two teenagers and just getting as far away as they could from Garris and his associates, but Garris insisted that Reese had to fulfill this job to make up for the botched kidnapping.

"How was I supposed to know there were two Hardy kids?" the man grumbled as he marched through the cold, twilight air. He made his way across the snow covered lot to the vacant house. He noticed other footprints headed the same direction and figured the others had already arrived for their rendezvous.

As Reese came up to the back of the house, he saw two people huddled together against the cold on the porch. He frowned. Garris said there would be three young men waiting for him at the house on the Cassidy property.

"Where’s the other guy?" the thug asked, nearing the pair on the porch.

"Don’t know," Mikey Word offered through chattering teeth, "When I called Jamey, he said he was comin’."

"We don’t need that wimp," stated Buzz Fielding with a wicked grin, "more money for me."

"Let’s get this done, then," Reese said.

"Come on, Mikey," Buzz grinned, picking up a can of gasoline, "Let’s get a nice toasty fire goin’ to warm you up!"

As he followed the two young men into the empty house, Reese pulled the gun out from his coat pocket.

* * *

Frank Hardy paced the living room all afternoon, stopping only to glance at the ornate clock on the wall.

"You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet, son," Fenton Hardy said, coming into the room. "Your mother will kill you and you won’t be any good to me when we go after Garris."

Frank stopped and stared at his father, wondering how he could be making jokes when Joe’s life, as well as Luke’s, might be in grave danger. When he met his father’s gaze, he saw the worry etched in the elder man’s deep brown eyes. Frank realized his father was just as anxious as he was, and the attempt at humor was to relieve tension.

"Sorry," Frank smiled weakly, "I know you’re worried. I just feel so helpless, Dad!"

"I know, Frank," Fenton placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, "Sometimes the waiting…"

"Fent?" Laura Hardy interrupted her husband. Her usually youthful face appeared tired.

"Yes, Love?" the detective turned to her.

"This sounds trivial, right now," Laura said softly, "but you promised Samantha Wheeler that you’d help get her new foster child up the front porch stairs of the house, and they just arrived. The girl’s in a wheelchair, remember?"

"Shouldn’t she have a ramp or something if this girl is staying with her?" Frank wondered out loud.

"The Social Service people are having a temporary one installed tomorrow," Laura answered.

"Dad, I’ll lend you a hand," Frank offered, grabbing his jacket, "Anything is better than standing around and waiting!"

* * *

"Captain Webber? This is Officer Riley," Con said into the police radio in his squad car, "We’ve apprehended Jameson Ford. Yes, Sir. We’ll bring him in for questioning."

Police Captain Ernest Webber, moved out from behind his desk and quickly made his way to the door of Ezra Collig’s office.

"Chief?" the man called out, rapping lightly on the frosted glass, "Riley’s got the Ford kid. He’s bringing him in."

Collig’s door opened and the chief gave Webber the slightest hint of a smile. "Call Fenton Hardy," Collig ordered, "He’ll want to be here when we question Ford."

* * *

In the vastness of the warehouse, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the two boys securely locked away in the supply closet. Neither was aware of the other’s presence and both were in great pain.

Joe Hardy opened his eyes through a red haze of pain. Darkness surrounded him and he thought maybe he was blind. He vaguely remembered Garris striking him with the gun in the same place his goons had hit Joe back at Luke’s house.

The pounding and the nausea told Joe that he probably had a concussion. That thought brought an image of his older brother to his mind. He remembered Frank’s concussion and brief hospital stay.

"Find me, Frank," Joe feebly whispered, tears flowing from his eyes, "I can’t take this anymore."

Luke Martin was lost in his own private world of emotional pain and had no more tears to shed. He felt hollow inside. As he relived the last conversation he had with his father, he was consumed in grief and guilt. Their last words to each other had been filled with anger. He would never again have the chance to apologize or tell his parents he loved them.

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