Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Fenton and Frank Hardy headed straight for the police station after their unsuccessful visit to Weisman Funeral Home. As expected, Chief Collig was planning to visit the funeral home also, as soon as he could get a warrant.

“What about Jill Shaw?” Frank questioned the chief. “Any idea where she is?”

“Not yet,” Collig informed them, “but your friend Callie was able to give us a good description of Jill’s friend, Grease.

“We ran his composite sketch through our files and found out who he really is,” the chief continued. He held up an enlarged mug shot for Frank and Fenton to see.

“Meet Marvin Walker,” Collig stated. “He’s twenty-eight years old, a high school drop out and his current residence is an apartment in Bronx , New York . He was arrested twice for burglary.

“The local N.Y.P.D. is checking the address for us. I’ll let you know when I hear anything,” Collig concluded.

“When are you going to Weisman’s?” Frank asked.

“We’ll check it out, Frank,” Collig answered. “I can’t do much ‘til I get a hit on the prints we found on the matchbook. Once CSI gives me that, we’ll play hardball.”

* * *

“Who were those guys?” Jill Shaw asked Grease as he drove toward New York City . “Do you think Hardy is dead?”

“I don’t know, Jill,” Grease answered nervously. “Oh man, I don’t know.”

“You don’t think Captain Lucas sent them, do you?” Jill questioned, chewing her lower lip.

“Naw,” Grease replied. “We were supposed to get Joe Hardy to come with us, remember? Our people are waiting at the church.”

“Yeah,” Jill said slowly. “I was supposed to tell him that his brother was hurt or something.”

“Right,” Grease agreed. “Then I was gonna use that chloroform that the Captain gave me to put Joey-boy down.”

“What are we gonna do now?”

“We’re goin’ to see Captain Lucas,” Grease said, staring at the road ahead of him.

* * *

“I’m frustrated! I feel like my hands are tied,” Frank cried in despair as his friends looked on in sympathy. They were all seated in the Morton’s living room. “We’re stuck sitting and waiting while the police ‘do their job.’”

Callie gently rubbed Frank’s shoulders, “There’s been no ransom demand and we know from the evidence that Joe wasn’t killed. That’s all got to be good, right?”

Vanessa peered hopefully at her boyfriend’s brother. She wanted to believe that Joe was alright, but Frank’s eyes were clouded with fear.

Iola reached over and took Vanessa’s hand in hers. Vanessa looked into Iola’s dark brown eyes and said, “He’ll be okay. He has to be, right.”

Iola signed, ‘Joe’s tough.’ Vanessa smiled and hugged her friend.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Luke Martin offered. He was sick that Joe was missing. Joe was the first of the ‘Bayport gang’ to befriend him and they shared a special friendship because of Iola.

“Will you and Chet come with me to New York ?” Frank asked. “I’ve got a feeling that Grease will head to familiar territory and I plan to catch him.”

“Frank, I’m behind you all the way,” Chet responded, “but what if they aren’t the ones who took Joe? I mean, you guys have a lot of enemies. Could it be someone else?”

Frank sighed, “Yeah, but Jill and Grease are the only lead we have other than the funeral home.”

“What about the clothes packaging they found in your van?” Biff Hooper asked. The tall muscular blond was sitting beside Vanessa on the sofa.

“I could check that out!” Callie smiled. She glanced at Vanessa. Vanessa nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay,” Frank agreed with a grin. “Dad has photo copies of everything the police collected from the van. Let’s go check it out!”

* * *

Joe Hardy’s heart was pounding. He backed away from the door in disbelief. It couldn’t be.

Joe stared at the doorknob as it turned. He felt sick to his stomach as the door slowly opened. A man entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Why?” Joe asked, angry and hurt.

“Is it so bad, Joe?”

“You kidnapped me! You brought me here in a coffin! A coffin!” Joe raged, backing away from the man. “That’s totally sick!”

“It was the best way to get you here…”

“Get me here! I don’t want to be here, wherever here is!” Joe cried.

The man stood silent, watching the boy’s trembling anger. He sighed. He’d known it wouldn’t be easy.

“Joe, I love you and…”

“No! Don’t even go there!” Joe ranted, “If you love me, send me back to Bayport right now!”

“I’m sorry, Joe,” Robert Daniels said sadly, “but this is your home now. In time, you’ll get used to it.” He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door.

He closed his eyes as something smashed against the closed door and he could hear the boy crying on the other side.

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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.