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HOLE IN THE WORLD
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by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 4
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Tuesday, September 20, 11:00am
The interview room on the third floor of the Police Precinct was empty except for a few chairs and a table. The large window next to the door showed the busy hallway outside. Sam and Fenton were led to the room where they waited for the Detective in charge of their case. Neither was in the mood to sit, and so they stood against the wall.
There came a weary sigh from next to him and Sam glanced at Fenton from the corner of his eye. The older detective hadn’t slept in days, the dark circles under his eyes were evidence of that fact, and Sam wondered how Fenton was still standing let alone functioning.
‘It’s his son,’ he realized. ‘He’ll kill himself to bring that boy home.’
“Mr. Hardy? Mr. Radley?”
A man entered the room and approached the waiting pair. He walked tall, to the full extent of his five feet ten inches, and with the air of authority. His features with chiselled, his nose a little crooked, and his sharp green eyes shone with a determination. His olive skin was accented by his raven hair and thin moustache.
“I’m Detective Brian Younger with Missing Persons of the 6th precinct.” He offered his hand first to Fenton and then to Sam. “I’ll be heading the investigation for the NYPD, as well as acting as liaison between our department and the FBI Team. They should be arriving momentarily.”
“Have you learned anything new, Detective?” Fenton asked.
Brian cleared his throat nervously under the seasoned investigator’s scrutiny. “As a Detective yourself, Sir, I’m sure you know the importance of the first forty-eight hours. Unfortunately, I don’t have to tell you want it means since we are well past that deadline.”
“As a Detective,” the sarcasm dripped from Fenton’s voice, “I know that’s a polite way of telling me my son may be dead. As a father, I just want to know which bastard has my son and what you are doing to get him back!”
“Mr Hardy,” Brian began evenly, surprising Sam by keeping his cool as Fenton practically screamed in his face. “I can assure you that everything is being done to find your son. I understand how upsetting this situation is but-”
“You understand?” Fenton looked the young man over. “Do you have any children of your own, Detective Younger?”
“No, but-”
“Then you cannot possibly begin to fathom how it feels to watch as your son is kidnapped right in front of you!”
“Perhaps not entirely,” Brian agreed. “But I do have younger siblings, Mr Hardy. One brother the same age as Frank and a sister only a few years older than that. When their mother died I was there to help raise them and teach them and love them. So yes, I can understand how it may feel to have one of them suddenly ripped from me. I cannot sympathize with you, sir, but I can empathize all too well.”
Sam regarded the Detective with a hidden smile. Not many people had the nerve to stand toe to toe with Fenton Hardy when his temper got a hold of him. Not only had this man held his own ground, but it appeared as though he had managed to somewhat placate the worried father.
Before Fenton could respond, Brian flipped open a notebook and continued. “Now, Mr. Hardy, from your other son’s account one of the men spoke to him. From his recollection of that conversation we can conclude that the men that took Frank have no intention of hurting him.”
“How can you be certain?”
“Because of the care in which they took him,” A new voice answered.
Joining them was an older man, easily in his late fifties and bearing a striking resemblance to Detective Younger. “Adam Younger,” He introduced himself, producing a badge and offering it to Fenton. “I’m a Criminal Psychologist with the FBI. I’ve been working on the profile of Frank’s abductors since I was given the case.”
Adam took the ID back from Fenton and caught the look Sam was giving him. “My middle son,” He said with a faint proud smile, gesturing to Brian.
“Let’s talk,” Adam motioned the group to the table and the quartet moved to sit down. “Mr Hardy, the FBI extends its gratitude in exposing the connections between several unsolved missing persons cases. Apparently, the discovery made by yourself and the Bayport Police Detectives of this information has caused a great stir across many states. We now have leads on several cold cases.
“I have my team interviewing each of Dr. Paulson’s lab assistants and TAs and by tonight we’ll hopefully know if any of them were involved with this, though I highly suspect not.”
“What makes you say that?” Sam asked.
“The repercussions,” Adam opened his briefcase and retrieved some notes. “This project is being shut down, not just by the University but by the government as well. All of a sudden, these people are all out of a job. Dr Paulson, especially, has the most to lose from this. Not only has years of work and research suddenly been lost to her, but now she has the stigma of several dozen missing children associated with her. I doubt anyone is that self-destructive that they would risk years of their life’s work by participating in something so volatile.”
“I don’t follow,” Fenton said with an exasperated sigh.
“Before Frank,” Brian picked up from his father, “All of the other missing children just disappeared. Some never made it to the study, some never made it home. A few were seen going to bed one night and just gone the next morning. Frank was taken in front of several witnesses and is the only one taken directly from the study site itself.”
“Why?” Sam shook his head. “After eleven years of successful, unsolvable abductions would they suddenly change their MO?”
“They panicked,” Adam responded grimly. “Something about this one, this situation, forced them to alter their modus operandi. We believe, Mr Hardy, that it was you.”
Fenton looked shocked. “Me?!”
“Your statement,” Brian said, flipping a few pages in his notebook, “says that at the last minute you decided to pick up Frank here at the University instead of letting him come home on the bus.”
“We were going to go to Coney Island,” He said quietly, deep in thought. “They were closing for the season and I’d been gone most of the summer on cases. It was suppose to be the four of us; Myself, Frank’s friend Phil Cohen, Joe and Frank.”
“Our best guess,” Adam met Fenton’s eyes to draw him back to the conversation, “is that they planned on taking him at some point later. But on the realization that once he joined up with you, he’d be lost to them, they went with plan B. Riskier yes, but the results were still the same.”
“Except now there are witnesses,” Sam breathed.
“Precisely,” Adam nodded.
“But that makes Frank a liability,” Fenton said with grim realization. “They might just kill him and lay low.”
“No,” Brian assured him. “They wanted him badly enough that they took the risk. He’s too valuable to them. They told your boy, Joe, that.”
“But why?” Fenton growled, his role as father outweighing his role as investigator. “What do they want from my son?! Three days and there’s been no ransom!”
“None of the missing children were ever ransomed, Mr Hardy” Adam said gently. “From what I’ve gathered, there is something specific these people are looking for. To look at the hundred and sixty-two kids that were taken they are all the same. They all scored exceptionally high on their standardized tests, with each one excelling in math and science. But something else is setting the one’s they’ve kept apart. Gender isn’t an issue, nor is age.”
He retrieved a file from his briefcase and laid it out on the table before the others. “The one missing the longest is a young lady named Talia. She went missing nine years ago at the age of eight. Then there’s Simon, a fourteen year old boy two years ago. Karen, six years old five years ago. Michelle, eleven years old only a few months ago. California, Texas, Kansas, Washington, New York, New Jersey, kids from all walks of life, all classes. There is no set pattern other than their test scores. But there are hundreds that scored the same that are being sent home days to weeks later.”
Sam glanced over the open file and the pictures of the kids inside. “So we figure out what it is about these twenty-eight and we possibly figure out who it is that has them. And who has Frank.”
“That’s our theory,” Brian said. “At least for the time being. Most of these kids showed up at home no worse for wear about five days later. It’s not exactly best case scenario, but given the history of the other cases, in about forty-eight hours we’ll know more where we stand. Chances are, Frank will just show up on his own.”
Fenton scowled at the others at the table. “So you’re telling me, that I have to go home and tell my wife and ten year old son that we can only hope that these people who have Frank just give him back?”
“We have nothing else to go on, Mr Hardy.” Adam was as frustrated as Fenton. That much was apparent. “Not unless Dr. Paulson or one of her team isn’t on the level.”
“Then let me talk to them, damn it!” Fenton roared. “You cannot expect me to just sit back and wait for my son to come home! God only knows what he’s going through! He needs me to bring him home!”
Sam put a hand on his partner’s - his friend’s - arm in an attempt to calm him. “Fenton-”
“Mr Hardy,” the sympathy in Brian Younger’s voice was evident, “As a civilian, you know you’re not authorized to interrogate suspects. However, as a professional courtesy I will be happy to have a copy of the transcripts of the interviews faxed to you.”
“So you’re cutting me out?”
“Go home, Mr. Hardy.” Adam said, stuffing his papers back into his briefcase. “As one father to another, right now your family needs you there with them, not chasing red herrings.”
“My family needs me to find my son.”
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