hardy boys fan fiction
YESTERDAY'S DREAMS, TOMORROW'S MEMORIES
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Chapter 27
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
"All looks quiet," Tigh said, gazing from house to house. "Perhaps the vandals have given up."
"Tigh? Look there. The house we walked through yesterday with the pale blue shutters?" Gertrude pointed at the white, Victorian manor, "Is there a light flickering inside?" Tigh followed her finger and his eyes grew wide in recognition.
"Fire, Trudy!"
Before he could reach into the car for his cell-phone, an earthshaking roar filled their ears as the windows on the first floor blew out. Black smoke billowed and tongues of orange flame licked through the openings.
"Are you alright, dear?" Tigh asked. When Gertrude nodded affirmatively, the gentleman grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1.
* * *
"I didn’t have nothin’ to do with hurtin’ that guy out there, I swear!" Jamey Ford was sweating. His dirty denim shirt bore dark stains under the arms.
"What guy was that, Mr. Ford?" questioned Chief Collig, keeping his voice even. Jamey swallowed hard. He knew he’d already said too much.
"Come on Jamey, talk to us," growled Captain Webber.
A knock sounded on the interrogation room door. Webber moved to answer it and found Con Riley on the other side. The two men had a brief, whispered conversation before Webber closed the door.
Webber looked at the chief and nodded slightly toward the mirrored wall of the room. Ezra Collig understood immediately. The Hardys had arrived and were watching through the mirrored glass window.
"Who sent you to that property, Jamey? Your fingerprints were on the bat that was used…" Collig questioned, but was quickly interrupted.
"I didn’t hit him! Buzz hit that guy," Jamey cried, "I was there ‘cause Garris wanted us to torch one of them houses, but then that dark-haired Hardy guy shows up and we panicked."
"You knew the young man was Frank Hardy?" Webber asked.
"N-no, not then," Jamey stammered, "But then Garris told us to find out who he was. It wasn’t too hard. Lot’s of people knew him. We took some pictures of him along with some other information to Garris."
"Tell me about Garris," Collig said, frowning, "Who is he and where did you contact him?"
"H-he runs some company called ‘Leviathan’," the young hood answered, "It’s in Southport, along the docks in the old warehouse district. I d-don’t know anything else about ‘im."
The door of the room burst open and Con Riley poked his head inside.
"What, Riley?" the chief asked.
"A fire, Sir," Riley answered, "Up on Woodland. Mr. Cassidy called it in. He said there was a fire in one of the houses, then an explosion!"
* * *
Joe Hardy’s emotions were reeling. Iola was alive. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘she survived the explosion somehow. That doesn’t mean she’s alive still.’
Joe shifted and forced himself into a sitting position, despite the pain that filled his being. After Garris had fed them, he put both Joe and Luke Martin back in the supply closet, securing both their wrists and ankles tightly.
Joe looked at Luke. His friend just stared vacantly into space. Joe was really beginning to worry about Luke.
"Luke? Hey, Luke, we’re going to get out of here," Joe offered, whispering, "I know my brother and my dad are looking for us. I’ll bet they’ve already figured out where we are and are just waiting for the right moment to bust in here and rescue us."
Luke slowly turned to face Joe, his eyes held an emptiness that made Joe shiver.
"They killed my dad and mom. They’re gonna kill us too," Luke said flatly. "You know what, Joe? I don’t even care. I don’t deserve to live."
"Listen, Luke," Joe tried to reason with the boy, "Your parents would want you to live! I’m certain they were happy that you weren’t there at the house when those Assassins showed up!"
"Don’t you get it Joe?" Luke cried, tears now streaming down his cheeks, "the last words I had with my dad were words of hate and anger! He’ll never know I didn’t mean it! I can’t ever apologize for what I said!"
Joe knew how Luke felt. Joe had had an argument with Iola just before their car blew up. He’d never had the chance to tell her he was sorry.
Joe suddenly sat up straight. His eyes grew wide and he looked at Luke. "Hope," Joe whispered, "Oh my God! Hope!"
"What?" Luke asked, wondering what had gotten into Joe.
"She came to live with you a year ago…she’s been badly burned…your dad said ‘bad men’ had hurt her…Hope, Luke I think Hope might be Iola!" Joe stated.
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