Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Fenton Hardy’s eyelids grew heavy as he went through his files for the third time that night. None of the criminals looked remotely like Chuck. ‘Perhaps Frank was wrong,’ he thought, sighing heavily. ‘Perhaps we’ve been on the wrong lead the whole time.” Suddenly, his heart seemed to leap in his chest. Frank! Where was he? Fenton had been so caught up in his work that he had forgotten about Frank. ‘Surely he should be here by now,’ Fenton mused. ‘At least he would have called.’

A sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, Fenton stood up and grabbed the hotel phone. He dialed the police department, and after requesting to speak with the chief, Fenton paced the room while on hold, his mind spinning. He was already worried enough about Joe—was his other son missing now?

He was brought out of his thoughts by Chief Brown’s voice on the other line. “Fenton Hardy? Is something wrong?”

“I think so, Chief,” Fenton said heavily. “Has Frank contacted you recently?”

Fenton’s heart sunk as the chief replied, “No. Why? Isn’t he back yet?”

“No. It’s been hours—he should’ve been back a long while back.”

“Something must have happened,” the chief stated. “I’ll get some of my men to search the area thoroughly. In the meantime, you keep up your work. Maybe you’ll get a breakthrough soon.”

“I don’t know,” Fenton said doubtfully. “Nothing seems to be popping out at me.”

“That may be true, but since Frank is now missing, we can be almost positive it is Chuck, considering Frank supposedly disappeared at Red’s—where Chuck works.”

“True,” Fenton agreed. “I’ll go through them again. Let me know if you find anything.”

*****

Cory Davis, Tim Adams, and Michael Strongson were the three men Chief Brown had sent to the park. As the three officers approached Red’s, they were startled to see the police guard out cold. “I’ll check on him,” Tim said, “you two look for the kid.”

The three officers began their through inspection of the restaurant, but to no avail. “He’s not here,” Michael reported. “Chuck must’ve taken him someplace else.”

“But where?” Cory mused.

“I think I can help you,” a voice said. Out of the shadows came Mary, the blonde girl from the restaurant! She held a gun in her hand, and was pointing it at the officers.

*****

Fenton ran his hand through his hair. This just didn’t make sense! He couldn’t find anything that related to Chuck, and time was running short.

Just as he was going to pick up his cell phone to call the police department, to see if they had come up with anything, the phone rang.

“Yes?” he said gruffly into the phone.

“Fenton?” came the familiar voice of Sam Radley from the other end.

“Sam. Hi,” Fenton said, pleased to hear his trusted friend’s voice, despite the situation.

“I heard the boys went on a vacation. How’s that going?”

Fenton suddenly realized that he hadn’t let the police department in Bayport know where he was heading before he had rushed off. There was no way Sam could have known that Frank and Joe had been kidnapped.

Before Fenton had a chance to respond, Sam said, “Listen, I’ve been trying to call you for several days now, but seem to always miss you somehow. Did you know that Samson Black escaped from prison the other day?”

“What? He did? When?”

Sam revealed it to be the day right before Joe was kidnapped. Suddenly something clicked in Fenton’s head. Ecstatic, he said hurriedly, “Sam, I’ll have to call you back soon. Give Laura a call and she’ll tell you what’s going on. I’ve got to go!” He hung up, leaving Sam Radley very confused on the other line.

Fenton went back to his files and pulled up Samson Black’s file. Fenton had put him in prison for kidnapping, murder, and the killings of three police officers the year Joe was born. The criminal had been sentenced to a lifetime of prison, with no chance of bail.

The detective realized that Black must have aged considerably through the years; now that he looked a bit closer, he realized that the man and Chuck had the same nose and mouth, although black had a full head of hair, a beard, and green eyes in the photo. ‘However, if he wanted to be near me without letting me know who he really was, then he would have gone to extra measures to disguise himself.’

Black had apparently shaved all his hair and beard, and had used blue contacts to change his eye color. Fenton knew who had kidnapped his sons. But knowing that they were at the mercy of a ruthless killer made things much worse.

*****

The three officers stared at the nineteen year old girl before them.

“What do you want?” Tim finally asked.

“You’re looking for that Joe kid, right?” Mary said sharply.

“And his brother,” Michael added. He looked at her sharply. “Are you involved in the kidnapping?”

Mary laughed softly and put away her gun. She pulled a card out of her wallet and said, “Of course I am. I’m trying to solve it.” She held the card steadily in front of the officers. “Mary Swanson, FBI.”

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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.