hardy boys fan fiction
WITH SPRING, COMES
HOPE
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by
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Chapter 9
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
“Do you think I really need a disguise?” Fenton Hardy asked his father as he adjusted the fake mustache under his nose.
“I think you’ll be safer,” Franklin replied. “You and Owen look too much alike to risk someone recognizing you.
“With the mustache, glasses and change in hair color,” the older man continued, “no one will suspect you as Owen’s brother.”
Fenton checked himself in the hotel mirror. With the deep auburn hair and mustache, he wasn’t sure even his wife Laura would recognize him. He added a pair of thick, wire-frame glasses.
“You know your role?” Franklin asked.
Fenton sighed. Sometimes it took every ounce of patience he had to control his quick temper, and this was definitely one of those times.
“Dad,” he said through clenched teeth, “this is not the first time I’ve ever worked undercover.”
“True,” his father answered, “but it could be your last if you aren’t careful.”
“I go to Conley’s shop and pretend to be a customer needing a regular printer to do various jobs for the new company I plan to set up in town,” Fenton said, relaying the cover his father had created and established through his many contacts on the police force.
“Right,” Franklin nodded. “You plant that electronic bug somewhere in the office where it will pick up the most conversation.”
“No problem, Dad,” Fenton grinned. “I really do know what I’m doing.”
* * *
Gertrude helped get her mother comfortable as they waited for the upper GI tests at the hospital.
“I wish they would hurry up,” Esther Hardy snapped, “I want to see my ‘soaps’ this afternoon!”
Just then, a nurse came out to get Esther. “You’ll have to wait here,” she directed Gertrude when she tried to follow her mother into the next room.
“I’ll be fine, Gertie,” Esther smiled. “We’ll be home in time to watch ‘As the World Turns’.”
* * *
Joe Hardy picked up the hall telephone and answered it politely as his mother had taught him.
“Joe? It’s Daddy,” Fenton said, smiling at the sound of his young son’s voice. “How are you doing, buddy?”
“I’m good, Daddy. Frank’s okay, too,” Joe replied with a grin. “Did you and Pap Pap find Monica?”
“No, not yet, baby,” Fenton answered. “Joey, get Mommy for me please.” Joe carefully set the phone down and ran upstairs. In seconds, Fenton heard Laura’s voice telling Joe to hang up the phone downstairs.
“Darling!” Laura exclaimed into the phone, “I’m so glad you called!”
“It’s wonderful to hear your voice, Love,” Fenton returned. “I’m wearing a disguise right now and I was just thinking that even you wouldn’t recognize me; made me homesick for you.”
The couple talked about the case for a few minutes, but then Fenton said he needed to go. “Give the boys both big hugs for me, Laura.
“Have them find Blackdog Point on their map,” the young detective concluded. “Looks like I’ll be spending some time there.”
* * *
Sydney Stewart read through the information on his computer screen again. He knew Conley would kill Owen’s child without hesitation if he saw the information Sydney had before him.
Stewart thought about the little girl and frowned. ‘Why would Owen risk her life?’ He shook his head. Owen was too smart to have called in the cops, even if they were family.
He was never in favor of using children as hostages. No, for now he would buy Owen’s child some time. He would just tell Conley that Franklin and Fenton Hardy were Owen’s father and brother, no more.
* * *
Franklin Hardy was surprised when he called his house from the corner pay phone and got no answer. He knew Esther had a doctor’s appointment the previous day, but where was she now?
‘Maybe she’s with Gert, Laura and the boys,’ he decided, picking up the phone again. The line was busy so he hung up, telling himself that he’d call later.
He purchased a newspaper and went back to the bench across the street from David Conley’s printing office. He pulled his coat a little tighter against the March chill.
“At least the sun is warm or I’d look like a total idiot sitting outside today,” the elder Hardy chuckled to himself.
About fifteen minutes later, a late model foreign car pulled up in front of ‘Conley Printing and Copy Center’. A tall man with deep auburn hair immerged from the vehicle and made his way inside.
Franklin could see Fenton through the glass door as he spoke with someone at the front desk. Minutes later, Franklin smiled as he watched Fenton shake hands with David Conley.
“That’s phase one in motion,” Franklin said quietly, folding the newspaper and standing up. Franklin walked to the car he’d rented earlier that morning and turned on the receiver of the listening device Fenton was to plant in Conley’s office.
He was surprised to hear Fenton and Conley’s voices. ‘Fent must already have the bug in place,’ Franklin smiled proudly. ‘I’ll make a great detective out of that kid, yet!’
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