Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Camille Hardy was very pretty despite the dark circles under her golden brown eyes. She sat soberly in the overstuffed chair in the corner of her living room, gazing at the photo on the wall across from her.

She felt a silent tear run down her cheek as the brown haired, freckle-faced child stared back at her. Monica had been gone for three days and Camille felt hollow inside.

She was a realist. She knew that her husband had gotten into financial trouble and though she loved him with all her heart, at that moment she wished him dead. Because of Owen, Monica was gone.

Owen Hardy peered through the doorway at his wife. He wanted to hold her; to tell her everything would be alright. But he couldn’t. He slowly walked into the room and sat on the sofa near her chair.

“They’re on their way,” he said softly. “Dad and Fenton should be here in a few hours.”

Camille turned and looked into Owen’s eyes, but she didn’t say a word. She stood and walked silently into the bedroom.

* * *

Her stomach hurt and her wrists were sore. She was dirty and tired and wanted to go home. Muffled sobs echoed through the empty, windowless room that held Monica Louise Hardy captive.

The door started to open, and the child whimpered and curled into a ball on the filthy floor. Two men walked into the room. One stood and stared at her for several minutes before nodding to the other man.

Sydney Stewart quickly picked up the 10-year-old girl and carried her into the next room. He had no resistance retying the terrified child securely to a wooden chair. Once finished, he glanced at his boss.

David Conley was not happy about the situation with Owen Hardy at all. He had hired Owen several years ago to make deliveries for him, and the man had proven loyal.

That was until recently. When Owen came to him needing a loan, David had been more than willing to help the younger man. That was almost six months ago. Owen had paid back a small portion of the loan, but had been unable to come up with the rest.

Now David had to resort to action. He didn’t really like hurting children, but he found it was a very effective way to get what he wanted.

As he stood there looking at Owen Hardy’s daughter, he began dialing the cellular phone he held in his hand.

“Hello, Owen,” David spoke with an even tone into the mouthpiece. “Have you come up with the rest of my money yet?”

“A few more days, Mr. Conley,” Owen begged on the other end of the phone line. “I’ve contacted my family. I’m sure they’ll loan me the money. Please! I just need a little more time!”

Conley glanced at the terrified little girl in front of him. “Owen,” David calmly replied, “I’ve already given you more time than I give most of my clients, just because I like you.

“I’m afraid I need to give you a little more motivation to cooperate,” Conley nodded toward Sydney who was holding Monica’s left arm.

Sydney gave the child’s arm a vicious twist. There was an audible snap and the little girl’s scream tore through the empty building.

Long after David Conley broke the connection, Owen Hardy sat on the floor holding the silent phone in his hand. He could still hear his daughter’s piercing scream echoing through his head.

* * *

Jack Wayne eased back on the throttle and the plane gently touched the ground. He taxied to a stop off the runway near a hanger designed to house smaller planes. Jack quickly moved to the rear of the plane and carried his passenger’s luggage out to the tarmac.

“Nice flight, Jackie-boy,” Franklin Hardy patted the 17-year-old on the shoulder. “Your Pop would be proud.”

“Thank you, Jack,” Fenton added, giving the youth a smile. “You handled the plane expertly. Perhaps I’ll call you sometime when I need a quick flight.”

“You are both welcome,” Jack grinned. “Just give us a call if you need a ride back to New York. I’ll be happy to come and get you!”

The Hardys bid goodbye to the young man and headed for the small terminal. They hailed a cab and headed for Perry Shore, about an hour away.

* * *

“See here, Joe?” Frank was pointing out the airport on the map his father had given him earlier. When Frank woke up in the morning, he’d carefully taped the map to the back of his bedroom door.

Joe looked to where his father had circled a tiny plane on the Canadian map. “I see it!” He cried.

“After they land,” Frank explained, “they’ll have to go here to Perry Shore.” Frank traced the route with his finger.

“How far is that?” Joe questioned.

“I’m not sure,” Frank answered, frowning.

“Maybe I can help,” Mrs. Hardy interjected, having heard their conversation. She had come into Frank’s room through the bathroom that connected his room to Joe’s.

Laura showed them how to measure the mileage on the map. Frank got a small piece of paper and marked it in kilometers, according to the map’s distance scale. He then moved the paper along the road between the airport and Perry Shore, counting to himself.

“Almost one hundred kilometers,” Frank announced.

“That’s about 60 miles or so, I’d guess,” said his mother.

“Whew!” Joe exclaimed. “I bet they didn’t walk!”

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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.