Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“There’s no way we’re going to get up to the penthouse the normal way,” Frank Hardy deducted as he peered at the tenant list posted inside the lobby of the building. The penthouse was under the name of Captain Lucas Davidson.

“What we need is a diversion,” Frank grinned at his long-time friend, Chet Morton. Chet looked at Frank and frowned.

“Joe’s warned me about that look, Frank,” Chet said. “He says when you give him that look you want him to do something stupid.”

“All you have to do is ask the security guard for directions,” Frank responded. “Just get him to go to the door or better yet, outside. That will give Luke and me time to get up the stairs.”

“And what happens after that?” Chet asked, still frowning. “It’s too cold to wander around out there!”

Frank reached in his pocket and pulled out a few bucks from his wallet. “We passed a coffee shop a couple blocks down.” He handed the cash to Chet.

“Okay,” Chet grudgingly agreed, “but if you guys aren’t at the coffee shop in 30 minutes, I’m calling the cops!”

“Make it 40 minutes,” Frank answered. Chet nodded and headed over to the desk where a security guard sat. Frank and Luke watched from behind a pillar as the security guard walked with Chet to the front door.

“Let’s go,” Frank whispered. The pair dashed to the stairs beside the elevators.

“Are we going to climb all the way to the penthouse?” Luke asked, looking up at the seemingly endless flight of stairs.

“No,” Frank replied with a grin, “but we couldn’t risk waiting for an elevator. We’ll catch one on the next floor.”

Several minutes later, Frank and Luke exited an elevator and walked down a short hall. At the end of the hall was a solid mahogany door with a potted tree on either side. The only other door was to the right and led to the stairs.

“Let me do the talking,” Frank commanded. “Just play along.”

“Got’cha,” replied Luke.

Frank rang the doorbell. A tall man with graying dark hair and a full beard answered. He frowned at the two young men standing on his doorstep.

“How did you get up here past security?” Lucas Davidson inquired.

“Are you Captain Lucas?” Frank asked, sounding awed and innocent at the same time. “We snuck past the guard ‘cause we really needed to see you!”

Davidson glanced into the hallway, but then stepped aside. “Come in gentlemen.” He led the boys to a spacious living room.

“I am Captain Lucas. What brings you here?”

* * *

“Fenton, we brought Mark Perry in,” Chief of Police Ezra Collig said into the telephone. “We have enough on him to put him at the scene of Joe’s kidnapping.”

“What kind of evidence?” Fenton Hardy asked. He was elated that they finally had something solid that could lead them to his missing son.

“Perry’s prints were on the matchbook and also, a partial print was lifted from the plastic shirt wrapping,” Collig answered. “The man’s squirming. You want to be here when we question him?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Fenton replied.

* * *

A black helicopter landed on the concrete pad behind the stucco structure. Joe Hardy peered at the ‘copter and bit his lip. ‘Can I get to it before it takes off?’ he wondered. Joe shook his head. With his body so bruised and battered from the fall he took, he wasn’t moving very fast. Even in the shadows caused by the rising sun, he was sure to be seen.

“If the pilot stays, I’ve got a chance,” the youth whispered. Two figures emerged from the craft. One Joe recognized as the man his uncle called ‘Roger’. The second was a stout man with white hair and glasses. He wore a suit and was carrying a large black satchel. The two walked into the house.

To Joe’s delight, the pilot emerged a few seconds later. He went into a small shed-like building close to the landing pad. Silently, Joe made his way along the trees until he was parallel with the helicopter door.

Taking a deep breath and mustering all his strength, Joe hobbled as quickly as he could to the ‘copter. He pulled the door open and painfully pulled himself inside.

Joe stopped to catch his breath before climbing behind the seats to the small cargo area. Fortunately, the space was empty. Joe squeezed his six-foot frame into the narrow compartment. He grabbed an extra pair of headphones.

‘Now, if only the pilot takes off before they realize I’m missing,’ Joe contemplated.

* * *

Mark Perry was nervous. He’d spent time in jail before and he wasn’t about to go back. He couldn’t help but wonder if Roger Davis had any idea who the kid was that he’d flown off in a coffin.

‘A detective’s kid, for God sake!’ Perry fumed. No, he wasn’t about to take the fall for kidnapping Joe Hardy.

The door of the interrogation room opened and Perry looked up. He knew the one man was the Chief of Police. He stared at the other two men curiously.

“Hello, Mr. Perry,” Collig greeted cordially. “I’d like you to meet a couple of friends of mine. This is Agent Gary Scott of the F.B.I. In case you didn’t know, kidnapping is a Federal Offence.” The Federal agent sat down across from Perry.

“And this is Detective Fenton Hardy,” Collig continued.

Mr. Hardy moved forward and glared at Perry. With his hands firmly planted on the table, he leaned into Perry’s face. “What have you done with my son?” Fenton growled threateningly.

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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.