Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“Now we’re stuck waiting until the lab people have some results for us,” Chief Ezra Collig commented as he stood beside Fenton Hardy outside the Weisman Funeral Home.

“Ezra, you know Perry’s involved in Joe’s abduction as well as I do!” the famous detective declared.

“Until I can back up what I think, my hands are tied Fenton. You know that,” Collig replied.

“I don’t have to follow all the same rules, Ezra,” Fenton said, running his hand through his dark hair. “I’m going to put a tap on Perry’s office and home phones. I’ll stake out his house tonight and see where that might lead as well.”

“What? What was that you said, Fenton? Something must be wrong with my hearing,” the chief cocked an eyebrow and peered at Mr. Hardy, giving the man a brief wink before climbing into his patrol car.

As a private investigator, Fenton Hardy had been know to ‘bend’ the law a bit to collect evidence or bring a perpetrator to justice. As long as his actions didn’t impede the investigation or hamper the due process of the law, the local police usually looked the other way. Fenton knew from Collig’s comments that he had the chief’s blessings on his plans.

* * *

“The Brotherhood of the New Moon?” Frank Hardy questioned. “What, exactly do you…ah, do at this church?”

Marvin ‘Grease’ Walker and Jill Shaw had told Frank about their association with the ‘New Moon’ church.

“We believe the cycles of the moon give us different abilities,” Grease explained. “For example, we’re strongest as the moon becomes full. That’s the best time for physical activity.”

Frank and his friends Chet Morton and Luke Martin stared at the pair in disbelief. ‘No,’ Frank decided once and for all, ‘they don’t have Joe. They’re too nut-so to have planned such an elaborate kidnapping.’

Amidst protests from both Grease and Jill, Frank called the police. Jill was still a ‘missing person’ and Frank was obligated to report it.

* * *

“Here, let’s get him settled in the bed,” Robert Daniels instructed. Roger Davis and the butler, Saunders lowered the injured teenager.

The men quickly removed Joe Hardy’s shirt, shorts and shoes. They then began assessing the boy’s injuries. Joe’s left arm, near the wrist, was swollen and purplish in color. His left side, from the ribcage to the top of his briefs was dark red and angry looking. Joe’s chest, face and legs bore several smaller bruises and abrasions.

Robert noticed the boy was shivering and pulled up the thick comforter to cover him. He glanced at the others and knew they were thinking the same thing. They did not have the means to treat Joe’s injuries on hand. They would have to bring medical help to the island.

“Roger, see what we have in the way of painkillers in our supplies downstairs,” Robert ordered. Davis nodded and headed for the secret staircase.

“Sir, I believe I can fashion a splint for the boy’s arm,” Saunders offered.

“Yes, please do,” Robert responded. “We need to make him as comfortable as possible for the night. We’ll not be able to get anyone here until morning to look at him.”

* * *

Fenton Hardy telephoned Sam Radley, his long time friend and partner. Sam had just returned to his home in nearby Rye , New York from a case Fenton had turned over to him in Texas .

He filled Sam in on all the details and Sam, having known both Joe and Frank since they were babies, agreed to aid his partner any way he could.

“I’d like for you to set up phone taps on both his business and home telephone lines as soon as possible,” Fenton explained. “I plan on tailing the guy in hope that he’ll lead me to Joe.”

After talking to Sam and spending some time reassuring his wife and sister that they were doing all they could to find Joe, Fenton prepared himself for a long night ahead. He set the alarm and took a brief two hour nap. He then showered and dressed for the night. He couldn’t help but think of his energetic younger son as he packed a duffle bag with supplies for the stake out.

Joe hated stake outs and drove both his father and brother crazy when it became necessary to be a part of one. Joe just didn’t have the patience to sit and wait.

Fenton was startled out of his revelry by the ringing of the phone. He quickly picked up the receiver.

“Fent, something interesting here,” Sam Radley started. “I got the taps in place and the very first call sounds suspicious.”

“Tell me about it, Sam,” Fenton urgently requested.

“He called a number in the Philippine islands,” Sam answered. “He talked to a man named Peter. The guy sounded like a Filipino national because when he answered, he was speaking Tagalog.”

“That means he’s a native, not a public official,” Fenton commented, knowing that Tagalog was a common language among the Philippine villages, while English or Spanish were most often used by the government.

“Perry asked to speak with Roger Davis,” Sam continued. “The guy said he’d have to try the radio. A few seconds later, Peter tells Perry that Davis is dealing with an emergency, he’ll contact him later.”

“Sam, can you find…”

“Already started searching the computer for info on Davis ,” Sam responded. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find something.”

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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.