hardy boys fan fiction
IT'S
ALL RELATIVE
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by
CQB
Chapter 10
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
“Weismann
Funeral Home; How may I direct your call?” chirped a too-cheery voice
over the phone line.
“I
need to speak with Mark Perry,” Roger Davis said into the telephone
mouthpiece. A few seconds
later, he heard Mark pick up the phone.
“Perry
here.”
“A
friend needs a favor,”
“When?”
asked Perry.
“I’ll
fax the specs for the coffin to your office today.
Get started on it,”
*
* *
Monday
night, December 18th, the Hardy home was filled with the sounds of
Christmas carols and laughter. The
smell of hot chocolate and gingerbread greeted each guest as they arrived
for the tree-trimming party.
As
was their usual pattern, the boys first worked on the tree lights.
Chet Morton, a long time friend of the Hardy brothers and Luke
Martin, a more recent friend, checked each string for missing or broken
bulbs. Biff Hooper, a tall
muscular classmate of Joe’s and Tony Prito, a handsome dark-haired boy,
untangled the strings of lights for Frank and Joe.
The Hardy boys carefully wrapped and wove the strings through the
branches of the massive pine.
The
girls, consisting of Callie Shaw, Vanessa Bender and Iola Morton, sorted
the ornaments by size and color.
The
ornaments for this tree were all unique.
Many had been made by Frank and Joe when they were little boys.
The girls giggled as Iola held up a misshaped candy cane made of
dough.
Not
being able to speak, Iola quickly used sign-language to tell the girls
that Joe had made this particular ornament in kindergarten.
Callie and Vanessa, who had both learned basic sign-language from
Frank and Joe, laughed with their friend.
“The
warm gingerbread and hot chocolate are ready, kids,” called out Laura
Hardy as she carried a tray into the room.
Biff was closest to the door and quickly jumped up to help Mrs.
Hardy carry the tray. The
teenagers took a break and passed around the refreshments.
“So
you couldn’t talk Jill into coming?” Frank asked Callie as he dropped
a dollop of whipped cream on his gingerbread.
Callie
sighed, “I tried, Frank. She
said she had other plans, but she might stop by later.”
As if on cue, the front doorbell chimed.
Frank raised his eyebrows and smiled at Callie before rising to
get the door.
A
few seconds later, Frank was escorting Liz Webling into the room.
Liz quickly found a spot beside her boyfriend Chet, and helped
herself to the hot chocolate.
Frank
was disappointed that Jill didn’t show up all evening.
He was determined to have a talk with the girl before school let
out on Wednesday for Christmas break.
Later,
after their guests departed, Joe and Frank cleaned up the cups and paper
plates. They straightened up
the family room and shut off all the lights except those on the tree.
Both
boys settled down silently beside each other, gazing at the beautiful
Christmas tree.
“We
outdid ourselves this year,” Joe said, breaking the silence.
“The tree really looks great.”
“Yeah,”
agreed Frank, not quite as enthusiastic as Joe expected.
“Are
you still bummed that Jill didn’t show up?” Joe questioned.
“We
need to find out what’s going on, Joe,” Frank said in way of a reply.
“Okay,”
Joe stated, sitting up to face his brother, “I don’t want this stupid
plot putting a damper on our whole Christmas break.
Let’s confront her tomorrow.
She always goes home from school with Callie.
We’ll wait at Callie’s car and ask her what’s going on,
point blank.”
“Agreed,”
Frank replied, stifling a yawn. “But
we’d better get some shut-eye or we’re gonna be zombies at school
tomorrow!”
*
* *
“I
have the perfect thing,” Raphael Jackson smiled, holding up a small
vial filled with clear liquid. “It’s
strong with few side effects. Dry
mouth, nausea, muscle lethargy. Nothing permanent.”
“I
need several doses,” Mark Perry said.
“I
can provide all you need, if you have the cash,”
“Money
is no problem,” Perry returned the stare.
“Excellent,”
Raphael grinned, his teeth shining bright against his dark skin. “How
do you want it packaged?”
“I
need a few tranquilizer darts,” Perry answered, “but the rest needs
to be carried on a plane without arousing suspicion.”
“Not
a problem,”
“And
it can’t be traced?” Perry asked.
“I
import from overseas,”
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