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

"I only wish the rest of your family had been able to join us," Tigh Cassidy sighed. "I can’t help but feel responsible for your nephew’s disappearance. I just can’t shake the feeling that Joe and Luke missing has something to do with whatever is going on out at my property."

"I’m finished here," Gertrude said, "Why don’t we take a ride out to Woodland Road? Since Frank was injured and Joe is …missing, the boys can’t watch the place."

"You don’t mind taking a ride with me to check on the property, Trudy?"

"It would make me feel helpful," Gertrude answered.

Tigh paid the check and the pair headed out for his Audi. Soon they were driving out of town toward the property on Woodland Road.

* * *

Buzz Fielding went into the vacant house and set to the task of soaking the floor and walls with gasoline. Mikey Word began tearing up old newspapers and rags, scattering the debris around the room.

Neither of the young men noticed the Tauris pistol in the hand of Earl Reese. Reese waited until the room was reeking of the foul smelling gasoline before he raised his gun.

"W-what’s goin’ on?" Buzz stammered, as he caught sight of the gun pointed at his head. Mikey looked up and froze, terror filling every part of his being.

Mikey panicked and yelling, made a mad dash for the front door. He had only run four feet when the hiss of the silencer resounded off of the bare walls. Reese hit his mark and the youth crumbled to the fuel-drenched floor.

Buzz stared in shocked silence at the still form of his friend. He turned to face Reese, knowing that he was about to die and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

* * *

"Well now, Mr. Hardy," Nicholas Garris smoothly said, peering into the supply closet, "You decided to be a good boy and behave yourself."

Joe cringed as he heard Garris’ voice. He was sure the Assassin had more torture in mind for him as he entered the closet.

He quickly untied Joe’s ankles and pulled the boy painfully to his feet. Garris forced Joe to walk back to the office and tied the youth to the same hardback chair Joe had sat in earlier that day.

Garris disappeared but returned a few moments later with Luke Martin. Joe looked at his friend and his heart ached. Luke was pale, and his eyes had a haunted look. Garris secured Luke to an identical chair beside Joe.

"Now my dear young friends," Garris crooned with false friendliness, "I’ve brought you both some food. I can’t have you both dying before my associates work their charm on you."

"What’s that suppose to mean?" Joe rasped, his throat dry and constricted from lack of water.

"Well, well," smiled Garris, moving close to Joe and lifting the boy’s face toward him, "you’ve found your voice again, I see."

"To answer your question, I’ve just been in touch with my superiors. They have planned all along to bring Bryan…ah, Luke, back into the Assassin fold. Surely you’ve figured out by now that his father was an Assassin. We plan to train Bryan to follow in his daddy’s footsteps. I suppose they’ll try to train you as well."

Joe was stunned, but didn’t let it show. He never suspected Luke’s father was an Assassin, yet, it certainly brought a certain kind of sense to Luke’s story.

"David Morgan was a very creative man. He built a bomb for us that was supposed to kill you and your brother. We’d hoped that if you two died, your father would back off," continued Garris, unwrapping a container of warm broth. "The plan didn’t go off quite as well as we’d planned. Your little girlfriend had to mess that up for us."

Joe’s stomach lurched and suddenly the aroma of the soup that, just seconds before, made him hungry was now making him nauseous.

‘Iola’, Joe fought to rein his emotions, ‘Luke’s father made the bomb that killed Iola!’

"Morgan was upset by the entire episode, especially when we brought the Morton girl back to headquarters with us," Garris continued as he fed dripping spoonfuls of broth into Luke’s mouth.

‘Back to headquarters?’ This time, Joe couldn’t contain himself. He glared at Garris, "Iola survived the bomb blast. Where is she, Garris? What have you and your sick associates been doing to her?"

Garris grinned at Joe’s reaction. He knew the boy believed his girlfriend was dead. If he couldn’t break Joe Hardy with physical torture, perhaps he could get what he wanted with a little psychological and emotional torture.

* * *

"I’m glad Mrs. Wheeler is looking after Hope," Frank Hardy stated as he and his father returned to the house, "I don’t know if she or Luke have any other family, but Luke said they were originally from Georgia."

"Unfortunately, if they have any relatives, they might be in with the Assassins, too," Mr. Hardy added, hanging up his coat. "I’m very curious about that sweet little girl. I can’t figure out how she fits into all of this."

"Fenton," Laura Hardy called from the top of the stairs, "you just missed your call. The police have picked up Jamey Ford."

Without another word, Fenton and Frank raced out the door and headed for the police station.

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