Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Glancing at the sleeping boy, Peter Puta opened the door of the hut and moved silently into the jungle. He kept a large machete close as he made his way to the jeep hidden just beyond view of the courtyard.

“Hana, where are you?” Peter spoke his native tongue into the old CB radio attached to the front instrument panel.

“I’m at the airfield,” came the static-filled reply, also spoken in Tagalog. “The boy’s Papa found our message.”

“Good,” Peter sighed. “I don’t like any of this. The sooner we return this child, the better.”

“Bring the boy to the airfield before dawn,” Hana suggested, “we will feed him then and keep him in the storage shed behind the airplane hanger. We will collect the ransom and fly out.”

“What about this boy?”

“We can radio back his location, if they don’t figure out where he is before then,” Hana answered.

“That is good, my brother,” Peter replied. “The boy is sick. He’s been sleeping for hours. He will be no use to us if he dies.”

* * *

Roger Davis caught the first flight he could from Manila to Japan . Once in Tokyo , he booked passage on a flight to New York City .

Nearly twenty hours later, Roger was bone-tired as he walked through the airport. He made his way to the currency exchange window and traded his Filipino cash into American dollars. He pocketed the money, but kept some coins in his hand as he approached a phone booth. He dropped a few coins in the phone and dialed.

Moments later in the penthouse apartment of Lucas Davidson, the answering machine clicked on: “You’ve reached Captain Lucas. Please leave your message after the tone.”

Roger sighed. He hailed a taxi and headed downtown. He only hoped his brother would be home by the time he reached the penthouse.

* * *

Patrol Officer Julie Butler and her partner, Officer Ernie Bishop sat outside the large apartment complex in a modified police van.

“Whoever it was, they didn’t leave a message and the caller ID came up ‘unknown’,” Julie stated, pulling the headphones away from her ears.

“Well, kiddo,” Officer Bishop smiled, “we could be here all day. Why don’t you grab a few z’s and I’ll monitor the phone?”

“Wake me in a few hours, okay Ernie?”

“You got it, Butler .”

* * *

With each stop for fuel, Frank Hardy grew more impatient. He knew Joe was hurt and needed medical attention. He sensed that his brother was very close to giving up.

“We’re coming Joe,” Frank fiercely whispered, concentrating on Joe getting the message somehow. “Just hold on a little while longer!”

Fenton Hardy had exited the plane to stretch his legs while they refueled. As he climbed back into his seat, he studied Frank’s furrowed brow.

“Are you alright, Frank?”

Frank opened his eyes and looked toward his dad. “I’m frustrated, Dad. Joe’s giving up, I can feel it.”

“We’re getting there as fast as we can, son,” Fenton replied, his own feelings of helplessness and anxiety creeping into his words.

“I know,” Frank softly said. “I just hope it’ll be fast enough.”

* * *

“Roger Davis is my brother,” Lucas Davidson confessed, silently apologizing to his older brother. He’d left a message for his lawyer, but the sleaze hadn’t shown up yet.

Now, he was hungry and tired, having been questioned by the police all night.

“How do you know Robert Daniels?” Detective Gus Haynes questioned.

“I don’t know him,” Davidson replied. “He hired my brother to help him get his son back. They’ve known each other for a few years.”

“He told you that Joe Hardy was Daniels’ son?”

“Yes,” Captain Lucas answered.

Haynes glanced at the two-way mirror that filled the far wall of the interrogation room. Chief of Police Sam Peterson rubbed his smooth chin as he peered through the glass at Haynes and Davidson.

Peterson spoke to another officer in the room. “We might be able to pin ‘accessory to kidnapping’ on him, but I don’t know if we can prove it. Let’s question him about that phony church he runs; that’ll give us enough to keep him under lock and key for now.

“Go relieve Haynes and start grilling him about the ‘New Moon’ garbage,” the chief ordered. “This creep’s lawyer will be here any minute and he’ll be done talking.”

* * *

“Well now,” Officer Ernie Bishop grinned. He quickly shook his partner awake.

“The good captain has a visitor, Butler,” Officer Bishop said, holding up a photo given to them by Police Chief Peterson.

“That’s Davis!” Officer Julie Butler exclaimed. “Let’s go see what he’s doing in New York!”

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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.