Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Mr. Castelle was beginning to wonder if he was imagining the whole thing. Was there really a man in front of him or was it just a tree? The kidnapper was a dark, quiet shadow with an unexpectedly soft voice that sounded like the wind in the trees. He was feeling lightheaded and when that happened...

Fenton scowled as the gun was pointed at Mr. Castelle, whose breathing was becoming shallow and saw the lawyer sway slightly. He looks just about ready to pass out, he thought, but if he doesn't...well, if he doesn’t we got a problem. My gun's too far away, I won't reach it before he's shot or she's strangled. I could distract him, but what good would that do? Stall him until someone decides to take a night time stroll and walks straight into this?

***

The man in the van behind them smiled. He could tell that the detective was in a dilemma and was enjoying it immensely. Why doesn't she just shoot them already?

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts it took him a second to realize that the lawyer had collapsed.

***

Mark couldn't concentrate on what his friends were saying. They had arrived a few minutes after George had left and he had greeted them cordially enough, but he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He had known her for almost four years, ever since the timid blonde had moved to Bayport with her parents.

Her shyness had vanished a couple of years later when her mother died unexpectedly from a stroke. And then, three months later, enter the new Mrs. Castelle, the manipulative redheaded teacher who had the lawyer remarried within a year of his first wife's death.

Georgina never did like her, he remembered, suddenly wondering if it was just a coincidence that the woman was a teacher, where she

spent most of the day with her stepdaughter.

'What do you guys know about Mrs. Castelle? He blurted.

'Her first name starts with an S?' Colin quipped. 'Why?'

***

Who am I kidding? I'm not going to get anything done tonight. I'll talk to dad in the morning and see what he thinks I should do, Joe decided, glancing at his watch and shutting down his laptop, which he had been working on fruitlessly for almost three hours and preparing to join his brother in bed. I wonder where he's got to now.

***

Sam Radley was wondering the same thing. Fenton had called him and asked him to meet him at the station, but he still hadn't shown up. He reached for the phone and dialed the detective's cell again. I'll try it one more time and then I'm going to worry, he told himself.

The phone rang and rang and rang. He even called the house to make sure he hadn't forgotten - Frank and Joe were alone. Now thoroughly concerned, he got up and left the station to look for him. This should be about as easy as finding a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately it was a very small haystack. He had only walked down a few streets in the direction of the detective's house when he heard sounds of a fight nearby, something that had become synonymous with the name Hardy, teenage or adult.

***

A few seconds was all Fenton needed, who had been expecting Mr. Castelle to collapse.

He moved forward, kicking the gun out of the kidnapper's hand in a swift movement, sending it scuttling across the ground as they fell, locked in a violent struggle, each trying to stop the other from reaching the other weapon.

The kidnapper yelled something.

The van’s headlights were turned on, momentarily blinding him as his opponent tried to shove him off. He reached out to grab him as he moved away, but was forced to give up as the engine started and the vehicle sped towards him.

The vehicle sped past, missing him by inches, and Fenton let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding, lying still for a few seconds until the adrenaline wore down.

'Georgina?' he called as he got up. She has to be here, unless the driver- he stopped his train of thought as he spotted the girl leaning over her father.

***

Sam flattened himself against a wall as the car came tearing down the road, almost running him down as it skidded round the corner.

'Fenton?' he shouted, running towards where it had come from.

'Sam? Call an ambulance.' the detective called back as he approached them. 'I think he just fainted,' he tried to reassure the girl. 'Are you okay?'

Georgina nodded and smiled. 'My neck hurts.'

'I'm not surprised.' Fenton remarked, returning the smile. 'I don't suppose you have any idea who that was, do you?'

The girl shook her head.

'Don't worry about it. Let's worry about him first,' he looked up as Sam came up to them.

'I called the police too,' he announced. 'You stood me up, by the way,' he added casually.

'Yeah... I got a little sidetracked.'

***

'You actually think she's involved in the blackmail?' Colin scoffed.

'You really like this girl, don't you?' Steve accused.

'She's cute,' Mark admitted, 'I don't know about like. But what if I am right? That woman's so unfriendly I've got no problem believing it.' He sighed. 'Poor kid.' Maybe Hardy could get an anonymous tip...

The others glanced at each other. They didn't care what he said; they knew him better than that. He liked this girl, and not just because of the fact that her mother was one of his teachers.

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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.