Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Franklin Hardy looked at the cluster of women in the family room of his son’s home. His wife Esther was sleeping in the recliner, while Ethel Radley comforted Laura on the sofa.

His attention was drawn, however, to the tall, angular woman standing by herself near the fireplace. Franklin frowned. Gertie had been preoccupied with something ever since he’d come home, and whatever it was he knew it had nothing to do with little Joey’s situation.

Gertrude Hardy glanced up and caught her father’s gaze. She quietly made her way toward him.

“Fenton is going to take the ransom in less than an hour,” Franklin explained. “I’m leaving now with several other officers to take our positions around the delivery site.”

Gert nodded, but didn’t speak.

“I know there is something more going on in that head of yours, my girl,” Franklin stated, “and as soon as we have Joey home, you and I are going to have a little father-daughter chat.” He kissed his daughter’s cheek before joining the men in the kitchen as they prepared to leave.

* * *

“Here are the prints, Jack,” Conner Bailey said, bringing a couple of wet 8 x 10 photos into his kitchen. Jack Wayne looked up anxiously.

“Wow!” Jack exclaimed, “The letters are distinctly darker now.” He frowned as he studied the letters.

“Oh God!” the seventeen year old said. “I know who the backpack belongs to!”

“It says, ‘J. HARDY’,” Conner read. “You know who that is?”

“I gotta get to the Hardy’s house now!” Jack stated. “Their little boy was kidnapped right after school yesterday and this backpack belongs to him!”

* * *

Sam Radley parked his car up the road from the small park that hugged the cliffs along Barmet Bay. There were no lights in the park itself, since it was always closed at dusk.

Sam checked his Taurus handgun and placed it in a shoulder holster. He grabbed a flashlight from his glove compartment and began to walk away from the car.

“Better take my binoculars, just in case,” Sam chastised himself as he opened the back door to look for them. He pulled away the dog blanket and stared in shock at the pair of dark brown eyes that were looking up at him.

“Franklin Joshua Hardy! What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Sam sputtered.

“I need to be here for Joe,” Frank said, his bottom lip quivering.

Sam sighed. ‘What do I do now?’ He knew if Laura discovered Frank missing, she’d panic. But he couldn’t leave – the timing was too tight and he needed to be in position.

He looked back at the child. “Frank, you need to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?”

The boy nodded earnestly.

“Stay in this car,” Sam ordered. “Do not come out for anything. Lock the doors after I leave and be very quiet.”

“I-I will Uncle Sam,” Frank replied, nodding fervently.

Sam rolled down the passenger window a crack so Frank would have enough air, and then locked the car before dashing into the trees near the road.

* * *

“How long do I have to hang around here?” Mason Henson asked as Conley loaded his Smith & Wesson. “I gotta get outta here, too.”

“Wait for two hours after I leave,” David Conley ordered. “I should be in the air by then. You can get a private flight back up to Canada without any trouble.”

“What do I do with that snot in the closet?” Henson questioned.

“Toss him to the fish.”

* * *

Jack Wayne left Scout with Conner, than he drove his dad’s Lumina to Fenton Hardy’s house. He glanced at the backpack that sat on the seat beside him. ‘Please God, let the kid be okay!’

Jack parked the car in front of the large house that sat on the spacious, wooded corner lot. He remembered visiting the house as a small boy with his parents, when his father’s friend Franklin lived there.

The woman who answered the door was quite tall, and had the same dark brown eyes as the Hardy men. Jack introduced himself and asked to speak with Fenton or Franklin.

Gertrude Hardy frowned as she tried to place the young man that stood before her. “George’s boy!” she finally exclaimed. She led the young man into the house.

Officer Con Riley was sipping coffee when Gertrude brought Jack into the kitchen. She explained to him that Jack was looking for Fenton and Franklin.

Riley stood and eyed the youth suspiciously. “What do you need to see them for, son?”

Jack hesitated. What if he was wrong? He could get in trouble if he led the police on a wild goose chase.

“Nooo! My baby!”

Jack, Gertrude and Con all turned toward the distraught voice of Laura Hardy.

Laura stared at the black bag Jack had slung over his shoulder. She reached for it and Jack let her pull it away.

“Mrs. Hardy?” Con questioned. “What is it?”

“Joe’s backpack,” she said softly, running her fingers over the black fabric. “He takes it with him to school everyday.”

Con Riley looked at Jack, “Looks like you’ve got some serious explaining to do, son!”

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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.