Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“There are tire tracks in the snow showing that the van was heading out of town,” Frank answered. “Vanessa thinks they shot Joe, but there’s no trace of blood and no bullet casings.”

“Frank,” Con said, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “If it’s any consolation, neither Vanessa nor Mrs. Bender heard a gunshot. Granted, they could have used a silencer, but why? And, if they’d killed Joe, why take his body?”

“You’re right,” Frank agreed, allowing himself some hope, “There’s no evidence of a shooting here.”

“And it’s too dark to have seen anything very clearly,” stated Ezra Collig, chief of the Bayport police force. He was walking up to Con and Frank.

“Let’s keep looking along the road here as well as in the yard and shrubs nearby people!” Collig called out and a dozen officers spread out, combing the area.

“I suppose I’d be wasting my breath to ask you to leave this to us?” Collig directed to Frank.

“He’s my brother. I’m not leaving,” Frank replied.

“Fine,” Collig grudgingly agreed.

* * *

Roger Davis had made good time getting around New York City in the wee-hours of the morning. He had stopped once to give the kid a second injection to keep him asleep.

Now he headed west on route 280 into Newark , New Jersey. They had decided to use the smaller Newark airport to transport Joe Hardy rather than JFK international airport in New York. With the heightened security at airports now, even Newark was a risk. If anyone decided to inspect the body, they’d be sure to realize that the kid wasn’t really dead.

Davis pulled the hearse up to the security check point. The Security Guard asked for the paperwork for the remains. Davis produced the excellently forged papers and handed them over.

“I’ll radio for your escort, Sir,” the guard stated, checking the papers against his own order form. Ten minutes later, a Security jeep pulled in front of the hearse, leading it to the cargo plane that would carry the casket to its final destination.

Davis watched as the coffin was secured in the cargo area. He checked it discreetly, making sure the ends were not blocked by other pieces of cargo.

“You’ll be traveling with the deceased, Sir?” the Security Guard asked Davis.

“Yes,” Davis replied, “It’s my job to see that the boy’s returned to his home.”

* * *

For the third time, Frank searched the area where the van had been parked. He wanted - no - he badly needed to find something!

The older Hardy brother was about to give up when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. Frank crouched low beside the evergreen shrub and squinted through the branches.

“Chief Collig!” Frank shouted, “I think I’ve got something!”

Collig ran quickly and knelt beside the young man. He looked to where Frank was shining his flashlight beam. Caught in the branches was a silver dart, about three inches long. The white synthetic plume on the back of the dart indicated that it was from an air-powered gun. With his latex gloved-hand, Collig pulled the dart free.

“That could be what Vanessa saw,” Frank said hopefully, peering at the chief.

“We’ll know as soon as the lab boys check it out,” Collig returned.

* * *

In the front of the plane, Roger Davis had dozed off. He woke and stretched, getting his bearings. ‘Plane. Oh yeah. I’m on a plane taking that kid to…’ His eyes grew wide in realization. It had been too long since the last injection. Joe Hardy was probably awake.

Joe’s head was pounding and he felt nauseous. The air around him was cool, yet stuffy. His body felt as if it were full of lead. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move a muscle.

He tried to cry out, but his throat was tight and so dry that he couldn’t produce even the faintest sound. Joe listened and heard a low droning noise, like an engine. He forced his eyes open, but saw only blackness.

‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘where am I? What’s happening?’ Just when he thought he was going to have a full-blown panic attack, Joe heard the sounds of someone approaching.

“Hang on, kid,” Davis whispered, moving close to the coffin, “I’ve got another dose of slumber juice for you right here.”

Joe’s eyes opened wide in horror as he watched the coffin lid lifted. He had no trouble recognizing what he was lying in, and his heart began hammering wildly in his chest.

“Easy, kid,” Davis said softly, “You’re perfectly safe. No one’s gonna hurt you.” The man quickly took a syringe and pricked Joe’s hand. In seconds, the powerful drug had again claimed the blond teenager.

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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.