Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“What do you mean, ‘I didn’t bring any money’?” Owen Hardy cried, running his hand through his long, brown hair, “I’ve got to have cash to get Monica back! Why else would I have called you?”

“You said you needed help,” Franklin said, “and that’s what we’re here to do!”

Owen walked away and stood near the window, looking out at the cold waters of Lake Huron in the distance. He couldn’t believe it – the first time he’d asked his father for help and the old man didn’t come through.

He turned to face Franklin, “So what do you plan to do, Mr. Super-cop? You plan to go bustin’ in on Conley’s operation and grab my little girl? Gonna play Batman? Be the caped crusader, huh?”

He glanced at Fenton, who sat silently on the sofa. Fenton’s anger at his younger brother was quickly reaching its boiling point. “You even brought along Robin for company,” Owen sneered.

“Just get outta here, both of you!” Owen shouted, tears cascading from his eyes. “I need money, not two over zealous cops trying to do their good deed for the day!”

Fenton started to say something in reply, but Franklin gently took his son’s elbow. “We won’t do any good getting into a fight. Let’s just go,” Franklin said softly.

“No! Stop!”

All three men turned to see Camille standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She looked past her husband to the two men paused near the front door.

“Please, don’t go,” she begged, her voice raw with emotion. “Owen may not want your help, but I do.”

“Camille,” Owen began, “Conley said no cops. If he…”

“Shut up, Owen!” Camille faced him. “My baby is in the hands of that horrible drug smuggler because of you! I want Monica back and if your father and brother can help, then I want them to try!”

* * *

“Why don’t you come over for supper tonight?” Gertrude Hardy tried to persuade her mother as she drove the older woman to the doctor’s for her regular check-up.

“Well,” Esther replied with a slight smile, “I would like to see the boys. I’ll come, but I’m making dessert!”

“Certainly,” Gertrude responded with a rare smile. “We can stop by the market on the way back, after your appointment.”

Esther Hardy only had to wait about ten minutes after signing in at the receptionist’s desk before her name was called.

Dr. John Bates smiled at the woman as she came in the examination room. He had instantly liked the Hardy family, having become acquainted with most of them in the five years he’d worked in Bayport.

“How are you feeling these days, Esther?” the young man asked.

“Other than being a bit tired,” Esther replied, “I’m fit as a fiddle.” John began his routine exam, asking a few questions as he worked.

“Esther, how’s the heartburn problem?”

“Oh, no problem,” the woman said, “I just chew on a few antacids and I’m fine.”

“How often do you need them?”

“I only take three or four,” she answered.

“A week?” John queried.

“No,” Esther spoke so softly, the doctor had to strain to hear, “a day.”

John frowned. “I want to see what’s going on, here. I’m going to order some tests at the hospital and…”

“No, please,” Esther began to protest, “not the hospital, please! I’ll cut back on the antacids!”

“Esther,” the doctor said quietly, “cutting back won’t tell us what’s wrong. I promise you won’t be stuck in the hospital for more than a day.

“Let’s go talk to Gertrude and then I’ll call the hospital and make arrangements for you.”

* * *

Owen Hardy finally conceded and told Franklin and Fenton the whole story. Deep down, he was glad to share the burden with them.

Franklin bit back a negative response. It would be easy to lay the blame on Owen; to point out his stupidity in doing what he’d done. But that wouldn’t get Monica home.

“I think we need to work quickly,” Fenton stated impatiently. “This Conley man doesn’t sound very reasonable. He’s already proven that Monica means nothing to him.”

“I think we need to tail him for a while,” suggested Franklin. “It may or may not lead us to Monica, but it will show us where he goes and who he spends time with.

“Fent, you rent a vehicle of some kind and stake out the creep’s house. I’m going to pay a visit to the local P.D. and nose around,” he continued. “I’ll play the ‘cop on vacation’ bit, and see what I pick up.”

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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.