Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Laura Hardy had gone back out to the station wagon to get another armload of groceries. When she walked back into the kitchen of her house, she froze.

“I will say this for your husband,” the stranger sitting at her table had said, “He sure has good taste in women.” He held a small hand gun casually, as if it were a toy.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Laura had asked, keeping her voice steady.

“Laura? Is that you dear?” Esther Hardy had called from the other room.

The man then stood and glanced briefly to the doorway that led to the family room. He had turned back toward Laura, looking angry.

“Give your husband a message, cutie-pie,” the man had commanded. “Tell him that unless he pays Owen’s debt and gets me safely away from the cops, you’ll never see your little boy again.”

Laura had stood in shock. This man had her son? Frank was in school until three. She knew it had to be Joe- her blond angel who should be waiting for her at the curb, just a few blocks away.

“Mrs. Hardy? Are you alright?”

Laura looked up at the new chief of police. Ezra Collig’s eyes were full of concern. She had voted for the man just that past fall, because he had helped rescue Joe two years ago.

“I will be,” she replied softly, “as soon as my baby is home again.”

* * *

“Where’s the kid?” David Conley asked.

“In the hall closet,” Mason Henson replied, nodding toward the hallway that led to the front of the small, single-story house.

They had driven around the countryside that surrounded Bayport, looking for a place to stay until their business with the Hardy family was over. They had discovered the little bungalow on a secluded winding road by Barmet Bay.

Mr. Wilbur Mills, the previous owner, would no longer need the house, thanks to Conley. His remains would probably be scavenged by seabirds or other wildlife before anyone even realized the old man was missing.

Conley stood on the back porch of the house, listening to the waves crashing at the bottom of the cliff, just a few yards away. He could dispose of the child over the cliff just as he had the old man.

‘But first,’ Conley thought with an evil smile, ‘Fenton Hardy needs to hear his son scream.’

* * *

Frank Hardy was very confused. Not about the police officer showing up in his classroom, but he wondered why the officer kept looking at him.

Miss Winslow came to Frank’s seat and knelt beside his chair. “Frank, that is Officer Riley,” she said, pointing to the young policeman. “He’s going to take you right home. When you get there, your mother will talk to you about what has happened.”

Frank solemnly nodded. His stomach felt a little sick as he collected his backpack and coat. Dad or Pap Pap; maybe Nana or Joe – he thought. Something bad has happened to someone he loved, of that, the seven-year-old was very sure.

Twenty-seven year old Con Riley watched the miniature version of Fenton Hardy walk soberly toward him. He silently sighed. He knew Frank would take Joe’s kidnapping hard. The two boys were very close.

Con had gotten acquainted with the Hardy family just weeks after joining the Bayport police force, when four-year old Joey was kidnapped by a man possessed with an infatuation for Laura Hardy.

Con liked the Hardy boys. Fenton often had one or both boys with him when he stopped at the police station. Since he was primarily the one who saved Joe’s life when he was four, Con felt a special affection for the boy and his brother.

‘Maybe it’s time Brenda and I thought about starting a family of our own,’ the policeman pondered.

“Hello Officer Riley,” Frank said quietly. Con smiled at the boy and returned his greeting before taking the child’s hand in his own.

When he had Frank carefully buckled in the backseat of his police cruiser, he climbed in the driver’s seat and turned on the car.

“Officer Riley?”

“Yes, Frank?” Con replied, turning to face the child.

“Maybe you better use your lights and siren, so we can get to my house fast,” the dark-haired boy stated. “I think my mother needs me.”

Not trusting his voice, Con nodded. It felt as if his emotions were caught in a tight ball in the middle of his throat. He pulled away from the elementary school with his siren blaring and his lights flashing.

* * *

Jack Wayne helped carry the Hardy’s luggage to their waiting car. He had overheard most of their conversation on the flight home and the teenager wanted to help anyway he could.

“Mr. Hardy?” When both Fenton and Franklin turned to face him, Jack blushed. Of course, they were both ‘Mr. Hardy.’

He turned to face the younger man. “I’m really sorry about your little boy,” Jack began, “and if I can do anything to help you get him back, I’m ready and willing!”

Fenton shook the youth’s hand. “Thank you, Jack. I believe you would and I appreciate that very much. We’ll be in touch if we need you.”

Jack watched the two men drive away. He didn’t know little Joe Hardy, but it made him mad to think that someone would hurt a little kid.

“I hope you’re okay, Joe,” Jack whispered before climbing in his dad’s Lumina for the drive home.

* * *

In the dark closet of a small house outside of Bayport, Joe Hardy struggled to remove the tape that held his thin wrists and ankles securely. The tape across his mouth tasted bad and it made him gag.

Finally, with silent tears falling from his deep blue eyes, Joe gave in to an exhausted sleep, wishing his tummy would stop rumbling.

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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.