Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Then suddenly, the door flew open and in stormed police chief Collig, followed by Officer Con Riley, and a bunch of officers who had attended the funeral. The chef was mad.

Fenton was in the direct path of his charging form and didn’t have time to get out of the way. He braced himself for the inevitable collision, but felt none. He opened his eyes and realized that his friend had gone right through him.

Fenton sighed and turned to Arianne. “I’ll never get used to this,” he said.

“Whoever did this is not going to get away with it,” Chief Collig roared. None of the officers said anything as thief chief raved. “I'm going to find Fenton Hardy’s killer if it’s the last thing I do and I'll make him pay for what he did!”

Chief Collig stormed off to his office and the door closed with a thunderous slam. All the officers remained still for a few seconds, then they began dispersing.

Fenton turned and went to Chief Collig’s office. As he started to walk through the door, he winced and closed his eyes, expecting to collide with the door, but he went through easily. Arianne stepped into the room behind him.

Chief Collig was seated at his desk, his face buried in his hands, and case folders spread out all over his desk. Fenton stood behind his old friend and looked over his shoulder at the papers. It was his case.

Collig suddenly raised his head and grabbed one of the folders and opened it.

“Ah, here we go,” Fenton said to Arianne. He read the contents over the chief’s shoulder. “Hmm – remote-controlled bomb.” He paused, reading the rest to himself. He turned to the girl. “They have no idea who did this. I think we should go home,” he said. “Frank and Joe may know something.”

The two left the building and headed in the direction of the Hardy home. When they entered the house, he could hear movement in the kitchen. When Arianne and Fenton stood in the doorway of the kitchen, they saw Laura and Gertrude Hardy moving platters of food around in the kitchen. Many friends and neighbors had come by with food and their condolences.

The two women, still dressed in their black funeral clothing, arranged the dishes on the table and the counters. Occasionally, Gertrude would wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

The back door opened and Frank and Joe’s friend Chet Morton and his sister Iola entered the house.

“Hello Chet – Iola,” Laura greeted the two teens.

“Hello Mrs. Hardy – Aunt Gertrude. I'm sorry about Mr. Hardy.” Chet’s lip quivered.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Hardy said quietly. “Frank and Joe are up in their father’s study. If you would like anything to eat, there’s plenty here.”

“Thank you Mrs. Hardy,” Iola said and the two headed in the direction of the detective’s study.

As Fenton followed them, he heard his wife say, “What is this?”

He turned and saw her looking into the dish that she held. Gertrude came up and looked at the food.

“I have no idea,” his sister replied, shaking her head.

When Fenton came to his study, he saw a meeting about to

start. Frank was seated behind his desk in his swivel chair. Joe was seated on the corner of the desk. Both boys wore serious expressions. Also seated in the room along with the new arrival of Chet and Iola were Biff Hooper, Tony Prito, Phil Cohen, Jerry Gilroy, and Callie Shaw.

The teens greeted the newcomers.

“Thanks for coming out guys,” Frank said. “We really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” said Chet. “We want to help find this fiend who did this to your father. He can’t get away with this.”

“No he won’t,” the others chorused emphatically.

Frank and Joe smiled their appreciation.

“What have you guys got on this guy?” asked Biff, his eyes flashing with determination.

“Well, we know that the bomb that killed Dad was remote-controlled. The man was hiding nearby and waited for Dad to come close enough to the warehouse so the blast would injure him.”

Hardly had they started when the door to the study opened and Laura poked her head in. She opened the door wider and revealed Chief Collig. Laura gave them a sad smile and disappeared down the hall.

“Hello Chief,” Joe greeted the man.

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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.