hardy boys fan fiction
IN THE NAME OF LOVE
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Chapter 22
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
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Andrew Whiteside knew the house was being watched. He saw the police officer sitting in his cruiser, munching on a donut. He moved silently up to the car. Lack of activity had caused the young officer to grow careless. Andrew crouched below the window, and then leaped upward, reaching through the open window. He slammed the startled face of the officer against the steering wheel, knocking him unconscious.
Whiteside dashed across the street to the shrubbery that surrounded the Hardy home. He’d learned while he lived next door, exactly where the phone lines went in as well as the location of the security system’s wiring. With wire cutters, he carefully cut the phone lines and the security system lines.
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"Did you and Con find anything, Honey?" Ethel Radley asked her husband.
"A bunch of footprints and some of those nasty, little spiders," Sam answered, "No way to prove the footprints belong to Whiteside. Eth, have you heard from Fenton?"
"No, sorry." Ethel answered, "I’m sure they would have called if they’d found Joe."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Listen Sweets, Con and I had to change a flat, but we’re heading to the house now. I’m gonna drop this tire off at the BP station, so we should get there in about 30 minutes."
"You had a flat tire?" his wife asked.
"Probably picked up some glass from a broken bottle along the sh..." Sam’s voice was cut off as the phone line went dead.
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"Fenton," Ezra Collig walked toward the detective from the office of the ‘Evergreen Motor lodge’. "We found a body in there. Guy’s been dead several days to a week. I don’t know if it means anything yet, but someone was sick on the floor in there, towards the back."
"Maybe someone wandered in there looking for the guy?" Fenton wondered out loud.
"Dad," Frank said, looking at his father and the chief of police, "Maybe it was Joe."
"What makes you think that, son?" Fenton questioned.
"The tape on the bedposts. It wasn’t cut. It looked like it had been stretched and pulled." Frank answered, "Joe would have gone to the office to use the phone, if he’d gotten loose."
"So Joe might have gotten away!" Mr. Hardy grinned, "Frank, you amaze me sometimes. I never paid any attention to the tape." Frank smiled and blushed at his father’s praise. "Go call the house with my cell, see if maybe Joe’s already turned up there." Frank dashed off to the car to make the call, while Mr. hardy and the chief continued to discuss the case.
"Dad!" Frank called out, rushing to his father’s side, "Something’s wrong. The call won’t go through. The land phone to the house has been disconnected!"
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Ethel frowned at the dead phone. Before she could call out to Officer La Goode, a muscular arm snaked around her waist and a large hand covered her mouth.
"Hang up the phone, quietly," a man’s voice hissed in her ear. Mrs. Radley did as she was told, as Andrew Whiteside raised his hand enough for her to see the thin bladed knife he was holding. "Show me where Laura is at." Ethel pointed toward the front of the house. "Let’s go."
Andrew led Ethel through the house to the front living room. He smiled as he saw Laura Hardy sleeping on the sofa. He quickly had Ethel sit in the desk chair, where he secured her hands, ankles and taped her mouth with duct tape.
He walked over to Laura and placed his hand over her mouth. Mrs. Hardy woke with a start; she stared up at the man she knew had to be Andrew Whiteside.
"I’m going to move my hand," he said quietly, "If you make a sound, I’ll kill your friend over there, and before help arrives, I’ll go to where little Joey is stashed and kill him too. Do you understand?" Laura helplessly nodded her head.
"We’ll go out the front door to my car," Andrew instructed, keeping the knife close to Laura’s side. "I’m taking you to Joe now." They went to the front door and slipped outside.
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"That’s strange," Ezra said, rubbing his chin and frowning at Frank’s announcement that the phone wasn’t working at the Hardy house. "Let me put a radio call through to Officer Marks. He’s watching your house and Whiteside’s house from his patrol car."
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"The phone just went dead," Sam Radley hissed, peering at the cell phone in his hand, "Let’s hustle, Con. I got a really bad feeling about this!"
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