Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

While Ezra Collig didn’t always appreciate the Hardys getting involved his jurisdiction, this definitely wasn’t one of those times. He looked over his desk at the handsome man that sat across from him. He’d known Fenton Hardy personally for the past 13 years and considered the man a great detective.

“With this new information, we’ll be able to obtain a search warrant for the funeral home,” Ezra informed the detective. Fenton had just told him what Callie and Vanessa had discovered about the purchased shirt and tie. “I felt like we needed to check out the purchases, but I’m so short handed; I haven’t had a chance to send any of my people over there.”

“I have a hard time believing the judge wouldn’t issue a warrant the first time you asked,” Mr. Hardy answered.

“The matchbook alone wasn’t enough,” the chief of police said. “There was no way to tie it to Joe’s disappearance.”

He looked at Fenton again. “How is Laura doing?”

“She and Gertrude are both pretty shaken,” Fenton replied, and then shook his head. “You’d think we’d know how to deal with this by now. It’s not the first time Joe’s been missing.”

Collig nodded. He knew all too well that the youngest Hardy seemed to find his share of trouble. In all the years he’d known the Hardys, Joe had been kidnapped several times, most often as a tool of leverage to get his father to drop an investigation.

“You know,” Ezra pondered, “I look at Joe and I don’t see anything about that kid that screams vulnerable. Why do they take him? Why not take Frank or even, Laura?”

“A lot of times, I’m afraid Joe makes himself the target on purpose,” Fenton said softly, rubbing his weary face. “He’d rather it be him than someone he loves.

“Other times, he’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Mr. Hardy continued. Chief Collig nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go visit the judge,” Collig suggested, patting Fenton’s shoulder. “Then we’ll pay a visit to Weisman’s again.”

* * *

Frank Hardy yanked open the door and met the shocked stares of Jill Shaw and Marvin ‘Grease’ Walker. Both Jill and Grease stood as Frank entered the filthy bedroom.

Frank stood defiantly, willing them to make a move. He was glad they were both clothed; he wasn’t sure what he would discover in the bedroom.

Jill looked quickly at Grease. He was nervously licking his lips as he watched Frank Hardy. As Frank moved into the room a bit more, Grease dove toward the open door behind the Hardy boy.

Frank saw Grease move and turned to grab the man, but as Grease moved past him, he caught Frank behind the right knee with his elbow.

“Gr-r-r!” Frank growled, falling to the floor. Jill took advantage of the moment and took off, too. Frank pulled himself up, rubbing his sore knee and followed into the hallway.

He couldn’t help but smile as he walked into the living room. Luke Martin was sitting straddled over Walker ’s back while Chet Morton was struggling to keep a grip on Jill Shaw’s wrists.

Frank moved to the front door and secured the locks. He then moved into the center of the room. “Let them go.”

Chet and Luke looked at each other, but then complied. Grease stood and scowled at Luke, while Jill snarled and rubbed her wrists. They looked at Frank and waited.

“Luke, go guard the window,” Frank ordered. “Chet, you take the door.” The two boys nodded and immediately took their assigned positions.

“Where is my brother?” Frank asked, his voice hard but controlled.

“We don’t have your jerk brother!” Jill sneered. “You wasted your time Mr. Hot-shot detective!”

“I don’t believe you,” Frank replied, not allowing the doubt that nibbled at the back of his mind to become evident in his voice.

“Look,” Grease began, shuffling from one foot to the other, “we had planned on kidnapping your brother, but…”

“You lousy weasel!” Frank grabbed Grease by the collar of his sweatshirt. “Where is he?”

“We don’t have him!” Jill screamed. “He was trying to tell you!”

Frank shoved Grease onto the dirty sofa. Trembling with rage, Frank took a few shaky breaths to calm himself.

Grease looked up at the angry teenager. “Our…ah, group decided on certain…activities that members need to do in order to be promoted.”

Frank leered at the man.

Swallowing hard, Grease continued, “Jill has been itching for a promotion. When she met your brother, she thought he would be perfect for…a staged kidnapping.”

“But somebody messed it all up for us!” Jill snapped. “I knew pretty-boy was picking up his girlfriend for that stupid party Friday night. We decided to wait by her house.”

“I parked my van in a driveway down the road from Bender’s house,” Grease picked up the conversation again. “We waited in the woods across the street with a bottle of chloroform. We were gonna grab him when he walked back to his van.”

“But you didn’t?” Frank asked.

“No,” Grease replied. “A blue mini-van passed by and stopped just beyond view of the house. Two guys got out and went over to the shrubs by the van.”

“Why didn’t you warn Joe?” Frank questioned, burning with anger.

“Because one of the guys had a gun,” Jill said softly.

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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.