Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

"I don’t understand why we had to drive all the way to Pennsylvania just to deliver these papers," Joe Hardy complained, trying unsuccessfully to stretch his 6’ frame in the confines of their rental car. Their own van was in the shop for repairs from damage obtained in their last case, "I mean, what’s wrong with sending them in the mail?"

"I don’t know why you’re complaining, Joe," Frank Hardy answered with a grin. He was 18 and older than his brother by a year. "I figured you’d be thrilled to get two days off from school to run this little errand for Dad."

"True," Joe replied, running a hand through his thick, blond hair, "a break from school is always welcome in my book, but it doesn’t answer my question."

"Dad’s client doesn’t trust the documents to the mail and they weren’t ready to go with Dad yesterday," Frank explained, peering through the increasing rain that hammered the windshield. Frank and Joe’s father was world-renowned private detective, Fenton Hardy.

"So Dad and Mr. Davenport are making arrangements for these documents in Scranton?"

"Right," Frank answered, "Near Scranton, to be precise. The town is called Wilks-Barre and its south of Scranton. These documents contain land deeds and stocks to the coal mines in northeastern Pennsylvania. The documents were discovered buried in Mr. Davenport’s grandfather’s basement. Dad and Mr. Davenport flew down yesterday to secure a safe place for them at the Wilks-Barre Coal Museum."

"What was Dad’s connection to all of this?" Joe queried.

"Davenport hired Dad to keep the documents safe while they were being tested for their authenticity," Frank replied, nervously running his hand through his dark hair. The sky continued to grow darker as the rain increased. Frank hated driving in the rain and wished it would let up.

"I’m surprised Dad would let us do this," Joe stated, his eyes peering through the darkness outside the window, "Why didn’t he have Sam do it?"

"Sam and Ethel are away on a little second honeymoon," Frank said, referring to their father’s long-time operative and some-time partner, Sam Radley. Frank gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

Joe focused his deep blue eyes on his older brother. Everything about Frank’s posture suggested that the older Hardy brother was extremely tense.

"Pull over, Frank," Joe offered, remembering how much Frank hated driving in the rain, especially with night coming on, "I’ll drive awhile. I don’t mind the rain."

"You sure Joe?" Frank asked, trying to keep the relief out of his voice.

Joe grinned, "Pull over by those trees. They’ll offer a little protection from the rain while we trade seats."

Frank pulled to the shoulder and the brothers quickly traded places. Joe was about to pull back onto the roadway when a dark blue Chevy whipped past them. Joe slammed on the brakes, feeling the seatbelt bite into his shoulder and chest.

"Maniac!" Joe hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes trailing the fading tail lights.

"We’ll probably find him wrapped around a tree farther down the road," Frank said with disgust. As Joe pulled onto the road, Frank laid his head back and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, Joe saw a weathered road sign that read, ‘Reedville, 3 miles’. Joe knew from studying the map earlier, that they needed to pass through several small villages in order to reach Wilks-Barre, their actual destination. Reedville was the first.

Joe was starting to feel road-weary and anxious to get to the hotel room their dad had reserved for them. ‘Should reach Wilks-Barre in about two and a half hours, maybe less,’ Joe guessed, noting that the rain was finally slowing down and he’d be able to pick up the pace once they had passed through Reedville.

Joe frowned as he spotted a set of lights ahead. They belonged to a small tan Kia that was coughing and shuttering along at a slow rate of speed along the side of the road, its hazard lights flashing. A second set of tail lights belonged to a dark sedan, a few yards in front of the Kia. As the driver of the sedan applied his brakes, Joe instantly recognized the vehicle. It was the Chevy that had zoomed past them earlier. The Chevy’s brake lights disappeared and the car roared on down the road.

The Kia finally died and came to a complete stop. Joe pulled his rented Lumina up behind the small compact, putting on his own hazard lights before stepping out of the car.

"Hi," the blond Hardy boy greeted, tapping gently on the window of the Kia, "Having trouble with your car?"

"Yes," a soft voice replied, after opening the window just a crack, "I don’t know what’s wrong. It just kinda died!" Joe looked into the face of a girl who didn’t look old enough to be driving.

"If you’ll pop the hood, I’ll take a look," Joe offered. If it wasn’t serious, he could probably fix it. Joe was quite handy with cars.

"I’m Trista Kelly," the girl said, coming around to the front of the car to watch Joe work.

"Joe Hardy," Joe responded, giving her a quick smile, "That’s my brother Frank." Joe nodded toward a figure immerging from the rental car.

"What’s going on?" Frank asked, looking at Trista, and then peering at the engine Joe was tinkering on.

"Nothing, I’m afraid," Joe stated. "Trista, whatever is wrong is beyond a quick fix job. I’m afraid this car isn’t going anywhere tonight. Can we give you a lift somewhere?"

"I live in Reedville," Trista said, "If you could get me there, I’d appreciate it. But I gotta warn you. I’ve got a can of mace in my purse and I know karate, so don’t even think of trying anything!"

* * *

He parked the car on the deserted street. Opening the truck, he lifted the plastic carefully. He carried her into the building and gently laid her down. He smiled as he gazed her.

"So sweet, so nice," he said softly, touching her silky hair. He stood over her still form and spoke into the darkness that surrounded him. "Did you feel the power? Did you feed on her fear? I know you did! Tonight I grow stronger as we become one!" He exited the building as quietly as he entered. He had to hide the car. Tonight was his night.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.