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Chapter 10
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THE CHAPTERS
"Davy and the van were a decoy to get us away from the house!" Frank cried, "Lindsey and her grandparents are sitting ducks!"
"Frank is probably right, but we can’t change what’s been done," Mr. Hardy gravely stated, "We can, however, get back to the house and try to save the hostages. We cannot go in with lights flashing or sirens blaring. That might scare them into killing everyone."
"We will approach the property with the assumption that the Thompsons, Miss Preston and possibly Hardy’s other son are all inside and still alive." declared Alcott police chief, Mack Mc Phearson. "We’ll approach silently and surround the place. Let’s move people!"
Mr. Hardy put a hand on young Davy Preston’s shoulder. "We’ll do everything we can," Mr. Hardy promised the boy, looking into his tear-streaked face.
"I know you will, sir," Davy tried to smile, "Joe says you’re the best detective in the world!" Fenton Hardy felt a lump in his throat at the mention of his 17-year-old son. He only hoped he could live up to Joe’s praise of him by getting Joe and the rest of the captives to safety.
The entourage silently headed back to the Thompson home.
"Frank," Kendall asked, as the boys headed back in the van, " Do you really think Linz, Joe and my grandparents are still alive?" He looked into Kendall’s worried face, then glanced at the wide-eyed red-head in the back seat. Frank carefully considered his next words.
"I can’t explain this,’ Frank began, "but I know in my heart that Joe’s alive. We have a special connection to each other. Kinda like what scientists say some twins have, you know? On rare occasions, we can even feel each other’s pain. Joe’s alive, but I think he’s hurt. I’ve no reason to think that Lindsey or your grandparents are dead if Joe is still alive."
As the law enforcement entourage neared the Thompson’s property, the vehicles were parked several blocks from the house, creating barracaids to block traffic from entering the scene. Chief McPhearson posted some of his officers at each blockade.
An unknown Buick sedan in the Thompson driveway told them all what they already suspected, the kidnappers were in the Thompson’s house.
Frank Hardy knew his father well, and was sure that he would try to prevent Frank from having an active part in whatever was about to go down. For this reason, Frank didn’t wait for any orders or to get anyone’s permission before he took off running down the sidewalk toward the Thompson house. He quickly made his way into the shrubbery at the corner of the house.
"Hardy!" hissed Chief McPhearson, "What is your crazy kid trying to do? Get himself killed?"
"No, sir," replied Fenton, watching Frank get into position beneath the front room’s side window, "I believe he’s going to rescue his brother and I’m going to help him!" With that, Fenton Hardy followed Frank’s path along the sidewalk and up to the corner of the house.
Within seconds, Fenton was crouched beside his son. "You probably just got us both in hot water by doing this," Fenton whispered, looking into Frank’s dark brown eyes, "I hope we succeed or McPhearson might throw both of us in jail for interfering with his operation."
"Look," Frank whispered to his father, pointing to a narrow gap in the curtain of the window, "I knew we needed to see what was going on inside and I didn’t think a mob of cops running around out here was a good idea." Frank rose slowly and peered into the room through the window. He then knelt and let his father take a look. The scene inside the Thompson living room made both of the Hardys’ blood run cold.
* * *
‘Finally,’ Joe Hardy silently sighed as the rope fell from his wrists. He quickly grabbed the pieces before they slipped to the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. He cautiously slipped the letter opener into the waistband of his jeans. Then, Joe moaned softly, as if he were trying to wake up, causing the attention of everyone in the room to shift to him.
"Well, Mr. Hardy," said Sylvie, turning to face Joe as he slowly opened his eyes, "It’s so nice of you to join our little party." She reached out to stroke Joe’s hair. "Pity," she continued, "now I have to kill you."
Fenton saw Sylvie turn and speak to Joe, then point her gun at his head. He and Frank immediately jumped into action, going in two different directions. Fenton took off running toward the front door, motioning for the police to move in closer.
Frank had moved to the window in the next room and picked up a large rock. He intended to throw the rock through the window and cause a distraction so the police and his dad could get in the front and back doors unnoticed. He glanced into the window before hurling the rock, and stopped abruptly. A huge grin spread across his young face.
"Way to go, Joe!" he shouted, throwing the rock to the ground.
* * *
Sylvie had decided to kill Joe first, in front of the Thompsons, knowing it would be devastating to the older couple.
"Time to die, Precious," Sylvie said as she aimed the gun at Joe’s head.
Joe was ready. Only seconds before Sylvie had turned to face him, Joe had caught a glimpse of a pair of familiar, dark brown eyes peering through the gap of the curtains on the side window. Knowing Frank was abreast of the situation gave Joe the confidence he needed to go through with his plan.
Joe sprang from the chair and quickly overpowered Sylvie with one sweeping motion. He forced her to point the gun at Randy who was ready to raise his gun in return. Joe took careful aim with Sylvie’s gun and pulled the trigger, hitting Randy squarely on his right wrist. Randy’s gun fell to the floor as the longhaired man grabbed his injured wrist and began wailing in pain.
Lindsey immediately sprang into action, diving off the sofa toward the fallen pistol, but Ray grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled her to a stop.
"Joe!" Lindsey cried, "The gun!"
Joe turned toward Ray and Lindsey, giving wounded Randy just enough time to lunge at Joe, knocking both him and Sylvie to the floor. Sylvie rose slowly to her knees, still gripping her .32 in her hand. Randy had moved toward the fallen boy and was about to pull Joe to his feet when a loud crash sounded in the front hall.
"Freeze! Police! Nobody move!" came a command from the doorway of the living room. Randy dropped Joe and raised his hands in the air. Joe twisted his head to face the doorway and saw three police officers and Mr. Hardy in the doorframe with guns trained on the occupants of the room. A second group of police officers had moved in close to the house and were now aiming their weapons on the group from outside the front picture window.
Frank had meanwhile broken into the back door with several other officers and ran through the house toward the front room. The police officers now moved into position in the dining room with weapons aimed through the door toward the living room.
Seeing they were outnumbered, Sylvie dropped her gun and raised her hands above her head, but remained in a kneeling position near Joe. Ray followed suit and, letting go of Lindsey, stood and raised his hands, also.
Three officers quickly moved in the room to apprehend the criminals, but Sylvie suddenly reached over to retrieve her gun and aimed it at Joe, who was still on the floor. She put the tip of the barrel under Joe’s chin, but Joe quickly pulled his knee up, knocking Sylvie sideways. The gun went off and Joe felt his left shoulder explode in pain.
One of the three officers grabbed Sylvie and wrestled the gun from her hand. Sylvie, Ray and Randy were led out to the waiting squad cars.
Fenton and Frank dashed to Joe, who was now groaning in pain as blood seeped through his jacket from his shoulder wound. An ambulance attendant was soon on hand, and after a quick examination on the scene, assured everyone that the bullet had caused a deep gash in the shoulder muscle, but there wouldn’t be any permanent damage.
Kendall and Davy were permitted to enter the house after the criminals were taken away. The Thompsons embraced their grandchildren and tears of joy flowed freely.
Several police officers stayed on the scene to take statements from all involved, except the Hardys. Mr. Hardy and Frank had gone to the hospital with Joe, where his shoulder wound would be treated.
Several hours later...
Mr. Thompson let out a sigh of relief as he watched his wife, Maggie drift off to sleep. He made his way downstairs to the living room. The only reminder of what had happened in the room just a few hours before was a dark stain on the carpet where Joe had been laying.
"Mr. Thompson," Jack Wayne said, "How is your wife doing?"
"I’m sure she’ll be fine in time," Hank Thompson answered, "I just can’t believe any of this!"
Just then the doorbell sounded.
"I’ll get it," volunteer Kendall Preston, moving toward the front door.
"Joe!" Kendall cried out in surprise, seeing the younger Hardy boy leaning against his father and brother, "You’re all right!"
"You just can’t keep a good man down," quipped Frank teasingly. He and Mr. Hardy helped Joe onto the sofa. Joe glanced at the stain on the carpet and wrinkled his nose.
"Sorry about your carpet, Mr. Thompson," he said, "I didn’t mean to bleed all over it!"
Everyone laughed, but then Mr. Thompson moved over and knelt in front of Joe. He reached over and shook Joe’s right hand.
"You are a brave young man," Hank Thompson began, his voice chocking up as he spoke, "You’re a hero in my book and I owe you a debt of gratitude. You saved our lives."
Joe blushed at the praise and shook his head. "It was hardly a one man show, sir," Joe stated, "If I hadn’t seen Frank in the window and knew I had help coming, I couldn’t have done anything."
"Well," said Lindsey Preston moving into the empty spot beside Joe on the sofa, "You’re still a hero," she gently bent toward him and gave Joe a quick kiss on the cheek, "and a pretty terrific cousin, too!"
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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors 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.