Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“He’s in here, Dr. Fumagi,” Robert Daniels led the stout man to the room in the stucco house that he’d painstakingly prepared for his great nephew. The pair went into the room, followed by Roger Davis.

The bed was empty and the coverings pulled back. Robert frowned and moved quickly to the bathroom door. “Joe?” he tentatively called. Turning the knob, he discovered it was locked.

“Get the key,” Robert ordered, looking at Davis . Roger nodded and left, returning a few moments later with the key to the bathroom door.

While Robert worked on the door, Roger Davis surveyed the room. His eyes were immediately drawn to the open window. He walked to it and peered down. Because the house was slightly elevated, it was about a four foot drop.

Davis looked into the trees beside the house. Behind the house, he could hear the rotor blades of the helicopter pick up tempo as the craft prepared to take off.

“He’s not here,” Robert called from the bathroom. Roger Davis didn’t wait another second. He ran from the room and headed for the back of the house. He had to reach the ‘copter before if took off!

* * *

Lucas Davidson looked the two boys over carefully. He wondered what kind of game they were going to play.

“What can I do for you, gentlemen?” Captain Lucas asked.

“We’re admirers of yours, Sir,” Frank Hardy stated. “We were hoping to join your, ah, organization.”

“How did you hear about the church?” Davidson inquired.

“Just on the street,” Frank replied with a shrug. “We’ve been living in the alleys for a while. We been asking around and a couple people said to come see you.”

“You are too clean to have been living off the streets,” Davidson replied, frowning.

“We spent our last few bucks on a motel room and new clothes,” Frank responded easily. “We didn’t want to come here, ah, like we were.”

“We were pretty smelly,” Luke Martin interjected, following the dialog.

Davidson studied the pair. They were bright boys; too bright. He looked intently at Frank, and smiled ever so slightly.

“You know,” Captain Lucas directed at Frank, “at first, I would have never guessed, but there is definitely a family resemblance.

“Your brother is not here, Mr. Hardy,” Davidson continued. “Jill and Grease never completed their mission.”

“But they were planning to kidnap my brother,” Frank stated, realizing their charade was over.

“‘Kidnap’ is such an ugly word,” Captain Lucas said. He motioned for the boys to join him in the living room as he sat down on a large white sofa. Frank and Luke moved inside the penthouse, but remained standing.

“One of our challenges for promotion within the church is to think out and plan a, what shall we call it?” Lucas contemplated, “A displacement of a particular person.”

“A kidnapping,” Frank countered, his temper slowly rising.

“No harm is ever done to the individual,” Davidson replied. “After three days, they are released, no worse for the wear and with an adventure to tell their friends.”

“What went wrong,” Frank questioned, “when Grease and Jill tried to abduct Joe?”

“Now, Mr. Hardy,” Lucas responded, leaning forward and placing his large hands on his knees, “why should I tell you anything? I don’t have your brother and I owe you nothing.”

“When I step outside these doors, I’m calling a friend of mine,” Frank replied, keeping his voice and his temper even. “His name is Sam Peterson. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? He’s the Chief of Police.” Frank hoped that the thought of the police investigating his ‘church’ would be enough for the man to answer questions and not just kill them.

Davidson had not expected Frank Hardy to threaten him and the last thing the self-proclaimed ‘pastor’ needed was a visit from the police.

“My brother abducted yours,” Captain Lucas said after a few minutes.

“What?” Frank stared incredulously at the man.

“I don’t know who he was working for,” Davidson continued, “but we accidentally learned we were both after the same person – your brother Joseph.

“Roger paid me to make sure Grease and Jill didn’t succeed,” he went on, “so that is what I did. I scheduled their arrival on the scene after Roger’s people would already have taken your brother.”

“Jill and Grease got there earlier than expected,” Frank commented. Davidson merely nodded.

“Why did Roger take my brother?”

“As I said, I’m not privy to all the particulars. Roger is, shall we say, for hire. He’ll work for anyone, though I got the distinct impression that this job was for a friend,” Davidson answered.

Before Frank could ask anything else, Lucas Davidson rose to his feet. “I’ve told you all I know. I believe you can find your own way out.”

Frank and Luke left the penthouse and moved toward the elevator.

“What do we do now?” Luke asked his friend.

“We go back to Bayport and compare notes with Dad,” Frank solemnly replied. “Though I suspect Lucas really knows who has Joe.”

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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.