hardy boys fan fiction
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Chapter 6
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
"Sure!" Lindsey said, looking at how tired Joe was, "Why don’t you get some sleep the rest of the way?"
Joe scrounged around the back of the van until he found a small pillow. He then pulled an old army blanket out and put it over Davy, who was asleep on the back seat. It didn’t take Joe very long before he dozed off.
About an hour and a half later, Lindsey pulled the van into the driveway of a familiar, one story, brick house. She turned off the engine and looked sideways at Joe Hardy. He had the passenger seat partially reclined, and was sound asleep. His head was propped against the window with the pillow under it for a cushion. She looked back to see the top of Davy’s red hair under the olive army blanket. She decided to let them sleep while she went in to greet her grandparents.
She didn’t notice the dark figure crouched beside the garage, watching her every move.
The note on the front door said that her grandparents would return soon with food for them. The spare key was in it’s usual place and they should go inside and wait for their return. Lindsey walked around the back of the house and knelt beside the gas grille. She reached underneath and felt for the small, metal box and pulled it free from the magnetic force holding it there. Inside the box was the key. She opened the back door and returned the key to it’s hiding place.
Joe stirred as he heard the van door close. He figured that they had arrived at their destination and that Lindsey had already gone in to see her grandparents. Joe groaned as he pulled himself into a normal, sitting position and immediately felt a kink in his neck. He was about to stretch again when he felt a moist cloth cover his nose and mouth.
Joe’s blue eyes flew open, his adrenaline kicked in and he began to fight his unknown foe. However, the struggle was brief, as Joe had been caught off-guard and had inhaled enough of the chloroform for it to do it’s job. He slumped into unconsciousness.
"That was too easy," the man chuckled as he started the van and backed out of the driveway.
* * *
Frank drove their rented Jeep Liberty through the busy Boston traffic, nervously. His neck and shoulders were tense as he tried to keep up with the speeding traffic. ‘Wish Joe was driving,’ Frank thought, knowing his brother would love driving in this traffic, nipping and weaving in and out between the moving vehicles. He glanced at his traveling mates. Kendall Preston sat dozing in the passenger seat and Frank could hear Jack’s soft snoring coming from beneath the cowboy hat perched over Jack’s face in the back seat.
Frank had called his uncle Mark before leaving the airport. Mark Daniels was surprised to hear from his nephew. He liked Laura’s boys and listened with interest as Frank told him all that had transpired over the past several days.
Mark had seemed apprehensive as Frank had told him about the remarkable resemblance between Laura Hardy, Catherine Preston and even, Joe. ‘He knows something,’ Frank had thought at the time of their conversation. Mark promised to call his older brother, Mike, and made plans to meet Frank and his friends at a restaurant called "The Highway".
Frank pulled the Liberty into a parking space on level three of the garage. He then, shook Kendall’s shoulder and called Jack’s name. As soon as both Kendall and Jack were fully awake, the threesome secured the Jeep and headed toward the restaurant, across the street.
"The Highway" was very busy and crowded when the three entered. For the second time in the past hour, Joe came to Frank’s mind. He seldom worked any kind of mystery without Joe at his side and he felt a twinge of loneliness.
"Joe would love this place," Frank said softly to himself, looking at the photos of hot rods, street machines and antique cars on the walls. From the ceiling hung car tools, road signs and old license plates. All the furnishings were made from recycled car parts, except the tabletops. They were cut out of particleboard and cleverly laminated with road maps.
"Frank," inquired Kendall, "Did you say something?"
"I was just thinking how much Joe would..." Frank started to say, but was interrupted by a sudden shout.
"Frank! Over here!" called a tall man with glasses. His hair was lighter than Frank’s, though not as light as Joe’s, but he had the same deep, blue eyes as Joe.
"Uncle Mark!" Frank called back, leading his friends to the nearby table. Mark Daniels gave his nephew a warm embrace.
"Hi there stranger!" said a second, familiar voice.
"Hi Uncle Mike," Frank smiled and greeted his elder uncle equally.
After introductions were made and food was ordered, Mike Daniels looked into his nephew’s golden brown eyes. He saw determination there and knew that Frank wasn’t going to leave without some answers.
"Frank," Mike began, "We have followed your and Joe’s adventures with pride and admiration. We have a deep respect for your father, Fenton, and what he does. We haven’t always liked it, because it often puts our sister, Laura, and you boys in danger. It’s obvious, however, that you and Joe will be following in your famous father’s footsteps. We’re very impressed with your abilities."
"Of course, not all your talent comes from your dad’s side of the family." Mark quickly added with a wink. Mark was a police officer as was his father, Frank’s grandfather, the late Joseph Paul Daniels.
Frank blushed at the praise and modestly gave most of the credit to their father, who had taught them almost everything they knew about detective work and solving mysteries.
Mark went on to inquire about some of their recent cases and then asked about the boy’s achievements on the athletic field. Frank patiently answered all the questions, knowing that, though Mike was married, neither of his uncles had any children of their own and wanted to share Frank and Joe’s accomplishments.
Frank noticed that Kendall, too, was getting anxious to get to the point of their visit, but waited for Frank to bring the subject up to his uncles.
"It’s been great bringing you both up to speed with what’s been going on with Joe and me," Frank finally said, "But we all know that this is more than a social visit."
Mark sighed and exchanged a look of concern with his brother.
"Look, Frank," Mark began, "We’re going to tell you what we know because, number one, we know you’ll keep digging ‘til you get some answers and we’d rather they come from us and, number two, we realize we were wrong to keep this from your mother all these years. We should have told her long ago."
"Anyway," Mike took over, "It’s time you knew...Frank?"
Frank Hardy had suddenly sat straight up in his seat and paled, as if he were going to be sick to his stomach. "Joe," he whispered.
"Frank? You O.K. little man?" Jack Wayne asked, reaching for the boy. He put his arm around Frank’s shoulder.
"Huh? Yeah...I’m O.K.," Frank said, shaking his head, "But Jack, I think Joe’s in trouble!"
"Maybe you should try to call him," Kendall suggested, suddenly concerned for his sister, Lindsey, who was with Joe, "He’s got his cell phone, right?"
Jack Wayne, having worked with the Hardy brothers in the past, knew the boys shared a unique closeness, unlike any two people he’d ever known. He trusted Frank’s instinct and was now very concerned for Joe’s well being. He pulled out his own cell phone and handed it to Frank.
"Thanks, Jack," Frank said as he quickly punched in his brother’s phone number.
"That’s weird," Frank said a few seconds later, "It says the phone I’m trying to reach is no longer in service!"
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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.