hardy boys fan fiction

SHOT IN THE DARK
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
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CQB
Chapter 4
hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

"Frankie!" shouted the young man, once again grabbing the dark haired teen in a hug, "Where’s little Joey?" Before Frank could answer, the tall, sandy-brown haired cowboy had let him go and was moving toward the family room, following the voices of the other teenagers.

"Whoa, Frankie!" the young man exclaimed, looking at the group of dejected teens, "If this is a party, you’re lucky I got here to save the day!"

"Guys," Frank interjected, pushing into the room past the cowboy, "This is Billy Hardy, my dad’s cousin from Texas." Frank proceeded to explain to Billy the events of the past day.

"We’ll find Joey! I’m gonna help!" shouted Billy, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Frank began deploying the troops:

Callie was to contact Joe’s girlfriend Vanessa Bender, and fill her in, then see if she would help Callie stay and watch over Frank’s mother and aunt. Frank hadn’t called Vanessa himself because she and Joe had only recently started dating, but seemed to really like each other. Frank hadn’t been sure how Vanessa would react to Joe’s kidnapping and hoped that Callie, as Vanessa friend, would break the news to her.

Phil Cohen, a small built boy who was a computer whiz, and Biff were to check the internet for recent prison parolees and hack into prison files to look for any recent escapees who might have a vendetta against the Hardys.

Chet would work with Frank, looking through all Mr. Hardy’s personal files, both on the computer and the hard copies in file drawers, again, looking for someone who would use Joe to get to Fenton Hardy.

Tony and Nicky Prito were going to question the Hardy’s neighbors to see if anyone saw or heard anything when Joe was kidnapped.

Mr. Hardy was busy working on the chloroform tanks and tracing them and the hardware used to set them off.

Billy Hardy agreed to help, after he checked out of the motel he was staying at as Frank had offered him Joe’s room so he could be close by.

As everyone set out to his or her assigned areas, Frank Hardy sighed to himself, ‘I’m trying Little Brother, but I’ve got so little to go on.’

* * * * *

Despite the dull pain in his chest, Joe Hardy managed to pull his body into a kneeling position. He began working the knots that secured his ankles. He listened intently to the woman singing to herself in the kitchen. She had talked to Joe from the kitchen, introducing herself as ‘Rita’. Joe knew she wasn’t too bright to have fallen for the far-fetched story she said Buck had told her to cover Joe’s kidnapping. He continued to respond to her conversation as he worked the ropes loose.

Joe let out a soft sigh as the rope fell free from his ankles. He pushed against the post, forcing himself to stand up, grimacing against the pain. He paused briefly, to consider the fact that, if they were still in Bayport, it would be only about 40 degrees outside. He looked at his bare, bloodstained chest and sock-clad feet. ‘I stand a better chance of escape against nature than I do against Buck,’ Joe thought as he silently padded across the floor to the front door, the off-key melody still coming from the kitchen. Joe turned his back as he reached the door and used his still bound hands to lift the latch. With his foot, he caught the door and pulled it open enough for his broad shoulders to fit through. As he backed out, he continued to hold the door with his foot, easing it shut noiselessly.

As he stood on the porch of the cabin to get his bearings, he realized immediately where he was. ‘This is part of the new resort built on Barmet Bay, but it doesn’t open until this spring,’ Joe reflected. He moved as quickly as possible off the porch and into the nearby woods. With a smile, he started toward the bay, knowing that if he followed the shoreline, he’d eventually end up at the docks where he and Frank kept their boat, ‘The Sleuth’.

Joe had barely reached the edge of the woods when he heard, then saw, a maroon mini-van pull up to the cabin. Joe ducked behind a large oak tree as Buck exited the vehicle, and then took off running toward the bay as quietly as he could.

As soon as Buck entered the cabin, he saw the rope and discarded blanket that lay where Joe had been.

"Rita!" he bellowed, "Where’s the kid?"

"He’s right..." she looked at the rope, than at Buck. "He’s gone!"

"I’ll deal with you later," Buck hissed, grabbing her arm, "but now I’ve got to catch that brat!"

Branches tore at Joe’s bare chest and arms and he was leaving a trail of blood from his feet being cut by twigs, rocks and pine needles. His chest felt like it was exploding and his breathing was coming in gasps, but Joe didn’t stop or slow down, he kept going as fast as the environment let him.

Buck ran out of the cabin and scanned the area. He caught sight of Joe deep in the woods, heading toward the bay. Buck smiled as he saw the boy stumble and fall against a tree. Buck pulled out his Glock and clicked off the safety. He quickly fired three shots at the fleeing boy.

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