Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“Joe? Are you remembering something?” Frank asked, gently placing his hand on Joe’s shoulder. Joe didn’t move. He just sat there clutching his mother’s wrist. And then, all of a sudden, Joe let go of Laura and bolted up from his chair, knocking it over.

“Frank! I know what they said in the restaurant! I remember! We need to stop them! I’ll drive,” Joe said dashing for the keys hanging on the hook by the door to the garage.

Just then Fenton entered the door from the garage directly in front of Joe. “You’ll drive where?” Fenton asked, and after a brief look at everyone and the knocked over chair, he said “I don’t think so.” He had only caught the tail end of Joe’s comments, but it didn’t sound like a very good idea. Frank and Laura were both relieved that he had shown up when he did.

Joe stood there looking between them all and back at the key hooks. “We’ve got to hurry before it is too late!” And then more to himself, but loud enough that everyone heard, Joe said, “But I don’t see my keys…”

Frank glanced at the key hooks and saw Joe’s keys to the van hanging there. The realization hit Frank. Joe might have remembered something, but certainly not everything.

Fenton glanced at all of them and knew instinctively that something was up. Fenton took hold of Joe’s good arm and gently guided him into the living room and to the couch. “Let’s all sit down and you can let me know what’s going on and where you wanted to go in such a hurry, Joe.”

Joe sat impatiently on the end of his seat. “I saw Mom’s ring and remembered what happened in the restaurant! We have to hurry! They are going to steal diamonds from an exhibit at a museum, and they are going to use an explosion as a diversion,” Joe said in a rush. “It’s taken me too long to remember, we are just wasting time now. We have to tell the police and figure out which museum they were talking about before anyone is killed.”

“Hold on a second,” Fenton said calmly. “You remembered the conversation in the restaurant. That’s good Joe. Did you remember anything else?”

His dad was using that tone he reserved for working with confused little kids and Joe was getting frustrated. “Dad, please, you need to let me go tell them what I know! I need someone to listen to me!” His voice trailed off. Then he dropped his head in his hand and said in soft voice almost to himself, “I didn’t remember anything else. Maybe that was it – all I’ll remember. Maybe I never will.”

Frank sat close to Joe and put his arm around his shoulder. “Don’t say that Joe! You know your memory can come back in bits and pieces and it may take a while before it all comes together, but it will. You got your memory back after that one case in Colorado where you thought I was your enemy.”

“What?!” Joe said turning to look at Frank. “I’ve lost my memory before?” As Joe’s face turned paler, Frank thought that it wasn’t such a good idea to tell Joe that. Joe took a deep breath and spoke up again, “There is so much going on in my head right now, I’m afraid that if I don’t tell you what I did remember, I’m going to loose it again in the jumble in my brain. Will you please listen to me?”

“Go ahead Joe, tell us what you do remember,” Fenton said gently.

Joe recounted everything that he remembered from the restaurant.

Frank said, “That makes sense based on what I know happened at the restaurant. So they are planning on stealing diamonds from a museum using an explosion as a distraction? Then they are going to sell them through Mr. Lane, who has a buyer lined up. That sounds like quite a plan, if no one knew about it. But since we do, we can stop them.”

“No,” Fenton said.

“No what?! We can’t sit around here and not do anything while they blow up a museum!” Joe practically shouted.

“That’s not what I’m saying Joe. I will go talk to Erza and work to determine which museum once the police know, but “WE” will not be going.” Fenton said pointing to Frank and Joe. “You both will stay here. Don’t leave the house and keep the alarm on. These guys will probably feel more comfortable if they got you out of the picture before they hit the museum and they are probably getting more desperate since it is getting really close to their scheduled time.”

Joe punched the cushion next to him with his good hand. “I should go, so Collig can hear the story first hand. I’m fine.” He shot a pleading look at Frank, hoping he would jump in and convince their father they should go.

Though Frank wanted to go and he hated dropping a case, he looked at Joe and thought that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. “Joe, let’s just leave it to Dad.”

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