Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Franklin Hardy stared at the photograph of his granddaughter on the wall of Owen and Camille’s apartment. He gazed into the child’s brown eyes and prayed that Monica would be home soon.

“She favors your family.”

Franklin turned to face his daughter-in-law as she handed him a cup of tea. Camille was attractive, despite the obvious signs of worry and fear etched on her delicate features.

She had invited Franklin over for tea and a chance to get acquainted.

“I was just trying to decide whether she looks more like Frankie or Joey,” Franklin said before sipping the mint tea.

“Fenton’s children,” Camille nodded. “I have pictures in the bedroom. Owen won’t let me display them out here, but I talked him into letting me put them on my dresser.

“So, who does Monica look more like?” Camille asked.

Franklin smiled and sat at the far end of the worn sofa. “She has Frankie’s coloring, but I see a spark in her eyes that very much reminds me of Joey. I‘ll bet she’s a spunky kid.”

“Mon is fun to be around,” Camille replied softly. “She laughs often and has an infectious smile for everyone. She’s witty and out-going and full of life…and…” A deep sob escaped from Camille’s throat.

“We will do everything we can to bring her home again,” Franklin stated, gently putting his arms around the young woman’s shoulders.

“I…I know,” she quietly answered, “and when she is, I can’t wait for her to meet her grandfather.”

* * *

Fenton Hardy enlisted the aid of the Blackdog Point and Perry Shore police and quickly set up a store front business just a few blocks away from David Conley’s printing business.

For several days, members of the police forces would come in and out of ‘Carter Courier’ in their street clothes and disguises, posing as customers. Fenton stayed at the business most of the time while his father tailed Conley.

Finally, after three days, the Hardy men set phase 2 into motion. Owen paid a visit to Conley’s print shop with a payment. Fenton and an off-duty police officer sat listening to a receiver in the back room of Fenton’s ‘business.’ They could hear everything being said in Conley’s office.

A door opened and closed, and footsteps sounded as the two men walked into Conley’s office. A chair squeaked as Conley sat down behind his desk.

“What have you brought me, Owen?” Conley asked.

Two loud pops sounded as Owen snapped open the locks on the briefcase. The sound of paper shuffling could clearly be heard.

“Owen, Owen,” Conley finally said, closing the case. “While I am very grateful for this, you are still short, my friend.”

“I-I know, Mr. Conley,” Owen replied nervously, “But my father’s in town and he’s getting the rest together. You’ll have everything in a day or two.”

David Conley sighed, “I like you Owen, but my favoritism toward you is making me look bad.”

“Please,” Owen begged, “Just two days! Don’t hurt my baby again! Please!”

“I’ve got business to deal with, Owen,” Conley said, his chair squealing as he rose from it. “This meeting is over.”

Fenton ran his hand through his dyed hair as he picked up his two-way radio. “Dad? Are you watching ‘Conley Printing and Copy Center’?”

“Yes,” Franklin replied. “Owen is still inside.”

“He’ll be coming out soon,” Fenton replied. He quickly briefed his father on the conversation inside David Conley’s office.

“I’ll tail Conley,” Franklin responded. “Get Owen home so he’s near his phone, but keep your radio close in case I need back-up in a hurry.” Fenton agreed and Franklin glued his eyes to Conley’s shop.

“Bingo!” Franklin said softly a few minutes after Owen left the building. He watched Conley and another man drive away in a luxury sedan. Franklin expertly set about following them.

“Come on you scum,” Franklin seethed from behind the wheel of his rental, “lead me to my granddaughter!”

* * *

“Mrs. Hardy,” the voice on the phone spoke with a professional crispness, “Dr. Bates has received the results of you upper GI tests and would like to discuss them with you. When can you come in?”

Esther Mae Hardy could still hear the conversation with the doctor’s receptionist earlier that morning. Now she and her daughter sat silently in John Bates’ office.

Both women looked up as the office door opened and Dr. Bates walked into the room. He sat down at his desk and spread a folder open before even looking at the Hardy women.

“I’m afraid,” John began, looking intently at Esther, “that the news isn’t good. I wish Franklin was here. I just would feel better if he were here with you.”

“It’s something more than chronic heartburn, isn’t it?” Gertrude asked, already knowing in the pit of her stomach that it was something very serious.

“I’m not one to beat around the bush, especially when the sooner we begin treatment, the better chance we have of beating this thing,” John stated. “We’ll need to do a biopsy to be sure, but it looks like there is cancer in the esophagus and stomach.”

Gertrude gasped to herself, ‘No! Not cancer! Not my mother!’ She glanced at Esther and couldn’t understand her mother’s calmness.

“What do we do, John?” Esther asked in a steady voice.

“Let’s do the biopsy and we’ll know just what we’re dealing with,” Dr. Bates replied. “Then, we’ll set up a course of action.”

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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.