Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Lucas Davidson sipped a cappuccino while he gazed out the window of his penthouse. As he sat pondering how wonderful his private world was, the shrill interruption of the telephone caused him to frown.

“Sir, its Grease,” a pencil thin girl with stringy red hair said, as she handed the phone to him.

“Yes, dear brother, how can I help you?” Davidson purred with false sincerity.

“Captain Lucas? Ah, Frank Hardy was just here,” Grease began, and quickly explained all that had transpired at his apartment and that Frank and Joe’s father was a big time detective.

“Where is Jill now?” Davidson asked.

“The police came and took her. They’re gonna take her back to Bayport, I guess,” Grease replied.

“Are you alright? The police haven’t arrested you?”

“No Sir. Hardy made it sound like Jill was just visiting with me and forgot to call home,” Grease said.

“Grease, I need you to just lie low for a while,” Davidson said softly. “This has been a terrible strain on all of us. We’ll let Jill try again later for her promotion.”

Davidson said goodbye and sat back, rubbing his bearded chin. He shook his head. Of all the kids in the world to try and kidnap, why did it have to be that Hardy kid? Who would have guessed that the kid’s dad was a private detective?

He’d known Grease and Jill wouldn’t be successful. He made sure they wouldn’t get the chance to grab Joe Hardy. ‘No,’ he smiled, ‘someone else has much bigger plans for Hardy than I do.’

If Grease and Jill had been successful, Joe would have been tied up and kept prisoner for three days, as was their ritual. He would have then been taken to an alley in Manhattan and left unharmed. But that was not to be Joe Hardy’s destiny.

Davidson clearly remembered the conversation he had with his brother just a few days before Grease and Jill were to grab Hardy, when Roger came to their apartment.

“No welcome home, little brother?” Roger Davis spoke.

“Yes, Roger,” Lucas Davidson replied. He hadn’t seen his brother in almost three months. “How are you doing? Still playing pirate and pilfering ports along the Pacific rim ?”

“Nope,” Roger grinned, stepping inside the penthouse. “I’m heading north to pick up a…package, of sorts.”

“Tell me about it,” Lucas said, pouring his brother a drink.

“My old aquaintence Bob Daniels has a son,” Roger explained. “He’s hired me to grab the 17-year-old boy from some relatives.”

“Ah, yes. That’s the Mr. Daniels that I take messages for from time to time, I assume.”

“Yeah. Here, I’ve got a picture of the kid.” Roger handed his brother a recent snapshot of the youngest Hardy.

Lucas instantly recognized the boy as the one two of his ‘children’ were going to snatch for a ritual kidnapping. He explained the dilemma to Roger.

“Look,” Roger offered, “let me have the boy. I’ll make sure you get a percentage of my fee if you make sure your people don’t go through with it.”

“Well, brother dear,” Davidson grinned. “I’m glad you paid me upfront. Looks like you got yourself into a heap of trouble this time.”

* * *

When Joe Hardy opened his eyes, he saw his uncle looking down on him with concern etched on his face. Joe closed his eyes again and moaned. His arm was stiff and throbbing with pain, but worse was the pain in his side. He figured he’d probably cracked a rib or two and sincerely hoped he’d not had any internal injury.

‘If I was bleeding inside,’ Joe theorized, ‘I’d probably be dead by now.’

“He’s fading in and out.” Joe heard his uncle say.

“I’ll radio Peter and have him arrange for a doctor,” Joe heard Roger Davis say. “He’ll send the ‘copter to get me. I’ll bring the doctor back here.”

Joe tried to focus on the words…radio…’copter…doctor. Despite the pain and drugs that were keeping him in a semi-conscious state, Joe knew a helicopter was his only way off the island.

* * *

Frank Hardy sat in the small café staring at his half eaten burger. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were still some answers to Joe’s disappearance here in New York City somewhere.

“Earth to Frank, come in Frank,” Chet Morton teased.

“Sorry,” Frank ruefully grinned. “What did Grease say was the name of their leader?”

“Father Lucas?” suggested Luke Martin.

“No…Captain Lucas!” Chet declared. “I thought he sounded like a character from Star Trek.”

“Before we head back to Bayport,” Frank stated, tossing his napkin on his plate, “let’s pay a visit to Captain Lucas. I feel the need to be enlightened about the Brotherhood of the New Moon.”

* * *

“Well, well,” Sam Radley said out loud as he read the computer monitor in front of him.

“What did you find? Something that will help bring Joe home?” Ethel Radley peered over her husband’s broad shoulders.

“I hope so, Sweets,” Sam said, reaching for the telephone. “Yes, I sure hope so.”

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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.