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Chapter 8
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Catherine Preston was quite surprised by her parents’ reaction when she called and told them about Lindsey, Joe and Davy’s impending visit. When she heard what the kids were coming for, Maggie Thompson began crying. Catherine’s father, Hank, asked her to please sit down. He told her a tale she had never heard before and had difficulty believing it. She had been literally found on her parent’s doorstep! They adopted the baby and raised her as their own. Her real parents were never known, despite careful searching by the local police.
"Caty, Sweetheart," Mr. Thompson finally said, "Can you forgive us for not telling you before now? We were always afraid that if the truth was out, someone, someday would take you from us."
"Oh, Dad," Catherine said through her own tears, "Of course I forgive you! You and Mom have been wonderful parents to me. I can’t begin to imagine the fear you lived with all these years. You need to tell Joe and Lindsey the truth. When you see Joe, you’ll understand why."
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When the Thompsons finished speaking with their daughter, they decided to pick up some groceries so they could feed the kids when they arrived. When they returned from shopping, Lindsey, who ran into their arms crying, met them. She told them about Joe and Davy being kidnapped. Hank Thompson immediately called the police, since Lindsey hadn’t had the opportunity since talking with Kendall.
Lindsey explained that she had talked to Kendall, and that he, and the Hardys were on their way to Alcott.
Within two hours time, the Thompson home was swarming with police. Mr. Hardy and his pilot, Connor Bailey, a tall, blond cowboy, had also arrived.
Fenton Hardy sat with the Thompsons as they once again told the story of finding an unidentified infant on their doorstep and how they adopted her. Mr. Hardy carefully related to them the story of the baby taken from the hospital nursery in Boston. Fenton had just gotten the entire story from Frank, just as Connor was landing their plane in Alcott. As dates and notes were compared, along with pictures of Catherine Preston, Laura Hardy and Joe Hardy, it became more and more convincing that, Catherine Preston had been born, Arlene Susan Daniels.
* * *
"Almost there, Dudes!" called Jack Wayne to his anxious passengers as they neared the airfield in Alcott, New York. Frank glanced out the window of the blue and white aircraft and realized that they were flying very low. He could make out houses, trees and even cars on the road.
Suddenly, a particular vehicle caught Frank’s keen eye.
"Jack, can we pass over this area again?"
"No prob," replied Jack, banking the plane gently to the left, "Did you see something?"
"I think I recognized our black van back there!" Frank answered.
"Hey, Kend," Jack called, "Grab the binoc’s that are under your seat. Maybe Frank can use them to check out the van more closely." Kendall quickly pulled out a pair of high-powered binoculars and handed them to Frank. As they neared the spot where Frank had first seen the van, Jack took the plane as low as possible. Frank spotted the van and angled the binoculars to view the back bumper.
"FD A CLU!" Frank exclaimed, reading their personalized plate "That’s our van! We’ve got to get back out here by car and check it out as soon as possible!"
* * *
Joe Hardy had to stall the kidnappers. He began asking questions. The longer he could keep them talking, the longer it would be before they could carry out their plan, which Joe now knew included killing Davy’s grandparents.
"My but you are full of questions!" stated the woman, whose name was Sylvie, "You don’t seem to realize that your young, inquisitive mind is what is going to get the Thompsons killed."
"Why?" shouted Joe angrily, "They haven’t done anything to you!" Behind him, Davy’s quiet sobs had turned into a full-fledged cry of anguish.
Sylvie walked up close to Joe. She reached down and touched his cheek, causing him to pull away. With one quick motion, her hand moved to his hair where she grabbed a handful and held him still. She smiled at Joe’s obvious discomfort.
"Well," she said, letting go of the boy’s hair, "I’ll tell you the story in a nut shell, Little One." Sylvie pulled an extra chair up right in front of Joe. Facing him, she began her story.
"Once upon a time," Sylvie began, "there was a young girl. She was expecting her first child. The baby’s father had been killed suddenly and unexpectedly, making the unborn child all the more precious to the girl. One day, she went to a local corner store to buy bread and milk. While she was there, a man came in with a gun to hold up the store. The girl and several other customers were made to move to the back of the store, near the freezer cases. The owner had sounded a silent alarm and soon the police surrounded the outside of the store. The thief panicked and began shooting out the window at the police. The police felt they had no choice but to return fire. The gunman was dead, but flying debris had injured several customers. One of those injured was the pregnant girl." Sylvie paused and looked into Joe’s eyes.
Joe swallowed hard, chocking down a lump that had formed in his throat. He had already figured out that the pregnant girl was Sylvie.
"One of the officers at the scene helped the girl onto the ambulance stretcher," Sylvie resumed, looking intently into Joe’s deep, blue eyes, "He was tall, and blond. But what she noticed most, was his deep, blue eyes..." She reached over and lifted Joe’s chin in her hand, "Just like yours." Sylvie said with an evil smile.
Sylvie stood up and walked behind Joe. She bent close to the boy’s ear and continued. "The officers name was Joseph Daniels, your grandfather!" she whispered. As she moved the chair she had been sitting in back against the wall, Sylvie concluded her story.
"Later, it was discovered that the bullet that had shattered the glass on the front of the freezer had come from officer Daniels’ gun. It was a piece of glass from that freezer that had pierced through the young girl’s back, killing her unborn child." Sylvie said, "Oh it was ruled accidental by the police and Daniels’ precious record wasn’t marred in the least."
Joe couldn’t help but feel sorry for Sylvie at that moment. His eyes filled with tears.
"I-I’m sorry about your baby," Joe said, as the tears spilled down his cheeks, "It hurts to lose someone you love." Joe was thinking of his childhood friend, Iola Morton, who had died several months earlier. "But," Joe countered, "It was an accident and..."
Sylvie slapped the boy’s face so hard that Joe’s head hit the back of the chair and he saw stars. Sylvie grabbed his hair again and, just inches from Joe’s face, she said, "He murdered my baby, so I stole his!"
Joe’s face stung and he tasted blood in his mouth. He felt dizzy as Sylvie moved away from him. Joe tried to stay focused as he saw Ray moving toward the door with a terrified Davy Preston in his arms.
"Where are you taking him?" Joe shouted, fighting his restraints. Ray just smiled and closed the door, as darkness overtook Joe.
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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.