hardy boys fan fiction
HOLE IN THE WORLD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 6
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Monday, March 25, 5:30pm
Spring was starting to show in New York City. The snow was melting, the days were getting longer, and crime was on the rise. Yet the offices of the 6th precinct of the NYPD were unusually quiet. It would be the one thing Brian Younger would remember most about that day before all hell broke lose.
It started with the phone call from his father.
[Have you been watching the reports?]
Brian cradled the receiver between his chin and shoulder, sorting through the files on his desk. “I’ve been catch up on paper work, Pops. Not a lot of time to catch the news. What’s up?”
[It’s not on the news,] Adam informed his son. [At least not yet, but it’s come across the wire and I thought as the lead Detective-]
“Pops, the point please?”
[In the last four hours, ten of those missing kids have been found.]
“What kids?”
[The one’s I was looking for until the FBI decided to force me into early retirement last month!]
Brian nearly fell out of his chair. “What?!”
[Ten of them, Brian! Not a hair missing on their heads. The one in California was found during a raid on a drug den. After three years a ransom demand finally came on that little girl in Texas. Another was found wandering the side of I-90 outside of Erie, Pennsylvania.]
“Bloody hell!” Brian was on his feet, shouting across the pen to his partner. “Cameron! Get on the horn and find out what you can about these kids showing up!”
“What kids?” The other detective, a muscular blonde man in his mid thirties, shouted back.
“The ones connected with the Hardy case last year.”
“On it.”
“And pull in all the grunts we had working with us then, the shit has just hit the fan!” Brian went back to the phone. “How did you hear this, Pops?”
[I may be ‘retired’, but I swore I wouldn’t stop until we found these kids. Now, out of the blue, they’re just coming out of the wood work. I’m coming down there.]
“You’re a civilian now, Pops.”
[And you’re still heading this goddamn case!] His father yelled over the phone. [I know this case inside and out. You want to figure out what’s going on, you let me finish what I started!]
“All right,” Brian conceded. “The question I got though is why I’m hearing this from you and not the Agent that took over the case with the FBI.”
[That’s not the only question, Son, but it’s one for another time. Right now, let’s just figure out what the hell is going on.]
~~HBHBHB~~
Tuesday, March 26, 3:25am
Adam Younger stood with his hands resting on the table, looking down at the papers spread out over its surface. “So how many does that make in the last fourteen hours?”
Cameron looked over at the twenty-nine pictures on the cork board on the wall. “Fourteen. Seventeen if you count the three with ransom demands.”
“Something spooked them.” Brian rubbed his forehead in a futile attempt to banish the headache that had been screaming in his head for the past couple of hours. “The kidnappers are panicking and getting rid of the kids.”
“No,” Adam shook his head, walking over to the cork board and scanning the pictures of the missing children. “If that were the case then we’d be finding corpses, not kids…”
The older man let his thought trailed off. It hit him all at once and he spun around to face the other two. “They’re not scared, they’re done! Whatever they wanted these kids for, it’s finished. They’re letting them go now that they don’t need them anymore!”
“Why not kill them,” Cameron said grimly. “I mean, these kids are witnesses to whatever’s been going on for the last god knows how many years. They’re going to spill first chance they get.”
“No,” Brian pulled a file from the top of the pile on the table and opened the folder. “Peter McKay, age sixteen, he was missing for three years. He was the first one found in the drug raid in San Diego. Not a scratch on him and he has no idea how he got there. He remembers going to bed in his home three years ago and then waking up this morning in that crack house.”
“Are they all like that?” Cameron asked.
“We don’t know,” Adam shook his head. “Peter’s is the first of the victims’ statement we’ve got. But we have the interviews from the one hundred and thirty-four that weren’t kept. The stories are all the same. They remember being taken, but after than it’s a big blank until they showed up at home.”
“We got three more!” A uniformed officer burst into the room and handed Detective Younger a trio of files. “Two in Florida, one in Jersey.”
Brian quickly scanned the reports while the others waited in silence.
“There’s still no pattern,” He said after a minute. “One was found in a Casino, another set off the silent alarms in a department store, and the third was picked up in a homeless shelter. The only similarity in all of these is that they’re being found within twenty miles of where they were last seen when they first went missing.”
“So there are nine still unaccounted for.” Adam turned back to the cork board and the pictures there.
A heavy silence filled the room, one filled with both unease and hope.
~~HBHBHB~~
Tuesday, March 26, 7:50am
The black light burning overhead cast an eerie glow over the sparse room. An iron frame bed rest against the wall, a space heater hummed unheard at the foot of the bed, and egg crate foam mattresses stapled to the wall muffled the noise to the outside world as a small stereo blasted heavy metal over the room’s occupants.
Wearing a hideous clown mask illuminated by the UV light hanging overhead, a man standing little over six feet affixed a pair of silver handcuffs around the battered wrists of the lanky boy of twelve that lay trembling on the grungy mattress. As the second pair of cuffs was secured around his ankles, the boy futilely tested the restraints on his wrists that held him captive to the frame of the bed.
“Stop,” The mechanically distorted voice came from behind the mask again, freezing the prisoner in place. “Do I need to sedate you?”
Unable to speak through the grey tape over his mouth, the boy just shook his head. The Clown reached down and held the youth’s chin between his gloved fingers, eliciting a cringe and whimper from the boy, and turned the boy’s head slowly to the side. His thumb brushed against the bruising on the side of young face.
“It’s not so bad,” The voice sounded again and the glove hand patted the youth’s cheek. “You’re not going to be hurt again, as long as you just relax and go with it. No more biting the guys giving you food. No more screaming when we take off the tape to give you a drink. No more trying to escape when we take you to the bathroom. All right?”
Dark brown eyes met pale grey ones obscured by the mask and, after a minute of staring at one another, the boy nodded his acquiesce.
“Good. Now, we’ll tell them where you are soon enough. You just have to do your part. Okay? You just tell your old man to back off. You’ll tell him that, won’t you? Tell him to leave it alone, or we’ll be back for you and that brother of yours. Understand?”
Another nod was the only response.
“Twenty-four hours and this’ll all be over.”
Then the clown was gone, leaving the boy alone in the darkness with Metallica pounding in his head.
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