Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Snow White Queen

“Hey, it was interesting how he tricked everyone. Don’t tell me you figured it out before the police inspector.” Frank spared a wry grin for his brother. “You just weren’t expecting it to be set in a different time or have a romantic twist to it.”

“It was supposed to be about magic.” Joe sighed and parked in the driveway of the family home. “I thought I was going to learn some secrets.”

The brothers had just spent their Friday night with their girlfriends watching DVDs. “You have to admit the second movie was good too.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess it was worth it to suffer through The Illusionist so we could watch The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift.”

Frank laughed as they got out of their black van and headed inside. They met their mother in the foyer, looking concerned. She was holding the cordless phone. Frank sobered rather quickly. “Mom?”

“He’s called three times now, won’t leave his number. Do you know anyone named Mark?”

Joe shared a glance with Frank. “Do we?”

Before Frank could answer, they both heard a tinny voice yell, “Yo, dudes!”

Joe took the phone. “Hello?”

“He would never even say why he was calling,” Laura told Frank, still looking worried. “I had—”

Joe grinned. “He said it would have been too expensive for us to call him back. It’s Marc, the lead singer of Sorcerer.”

Laura took a deep breath. “The group you went to Albany with?”

Frank patted her arm. “It’s all right, Mom.”

Joe listened some more. “Yeah,” he said into the phone receiver. “In Dad’s office.” He turned to Frank. “Marc says he needs to tell both of us.”

“Is Dad home?” Frank asked.

“He ran to the store for me,” Laura answered. “Go on into his study.”

Joe explained to Marc they were going to where the speaker phone was. A moment later, he was pressing the speakerphone button and switching off the cordless handset. “Hey, Marc.”

“Hey, dudes. I hope I didn’t scare your mom, but I had to be kind of secretive about this.”

Frank propped his hands on his father’s desk and leaned forward. “What’s up?”

“We’re touring the States right now, over in California exactly. The group who’s opening for us, Shattered Glass, needs your help.”

Frank cocked his head. “Shattered Glass?”

“Kind of gothic, kind of moody, lyrics are pretty thought-provoking. The single off their first CD is ‘Haunting Me’.”

Joe snapped his fingers. “I’ve seen the video for that one on YouTube. She meets her old boyfriend and his wife in the cemetery at her husband’s funeral.”

Frank wrinkled his nose as if catching a whiff of something odorous. “A cemetery?”

Joe nodded but Marc beat him to the explanation. “It’s about finding old flames and how life constantly changes. The song ends with her finding the one man she’s always loved once again in the cemetery at his wife’s funeral. It leaves the question that they act on being reunited. The lyrics are very poetic. Cade’s a good songwriter.”

The brothers heard Marc clear his throat. “That’s actually part of why I’m calling. The guy in the video is Cade’s brother Drew.”

Joe sat down in his father’s desk chair. “Cade?”

“Yeah, short for Cadence. She’s the singer of the group. Older sis Ren plays the piano, Drew plays synth and little sis, Melody is backup vocals.”

“So Cade’s the girl in the video?” Joe asked, curious.

“She is. Well, anyway, the video aired two days ago and last night Drew was in a car accident.”

Joe shared a look with Frank. “You wouldn’t be calling if it was just an accident.”

Marc let out a sigh. “It started a few months ago, I found out. Cade’s been getting these lovesick letters, all mushy and whatever, along with these bouquets of roses. So far all she says is that it’s probably some fan who thinks he’s fallen in love with her. And it’s possible, you get all kinds but this time...I don’t know...I think it’s worse. I think she has a stalker.”

Frank let it stew in his mind for a minute. “That’s why you think Drew’s accident wasn’t accidental.”

“Right.”

“But, Marc, shouldn’t you call the police in on it?”

“Cade’s afraid it’ll cause a big hullabaloo over nothing. She’s upset Drew was hurt—his leg is broken—but she thinks I’m being way too overprotective over this. You guys think you could come out here, maybe play bodyguard and figure this all out?”

Before either brother could answer, they heard the distinct clunk of a car door. Joe leaned forward. “Hey, Marc, our dad’s home. Mind telling this all over again?”

“Not at all, dudes. I’ll hang here while you go get him.”

Frank hurried out of their dad’s study to find him lugging in two plastic grocery sacks. “Hey, Dad.”

Fenton Hardy arched an eyebrow at Frank. “Hey yourself. Something wrong?”

“Can you come talk to someone?”

Fenton shrugged. “Let me get these bags in the kitchen.” He passed through the foyer, down the hallway to the kitchen and came back a moment later. “What is it? Or should I say who?”

“Come on, Dad.” Frank led his father back into the study. “Marc, Dad’s here.”

“Marc from the band Sorcerer. Hey, Mr. Hardy, long time no see.”

“Hello, Marc.” Fenton looked over at Joe. “What’s going on?”

Marc told the boys’ father what he’d told them. “Anyway, I was thinking they could help figure all this out. Whether it’s just some silly lovesick kid or something serious.”

“Stalkers can be dangerous, Marc.” Fenton motioned Joe out of his desk chair and sat down. “You say she has no idea who it could be?”

“None. Unless she’s not sharing all. But she’s related to some of Casi’s good friends and I think she’s being honest. She wasn’t even that worried until Drew got hurt.”

Fenton sighed and leaned back in his seat. “Stranger stalkers are among the most dangerous because it leaves the victim unable to trust anyone. To top it off, whoever it is could also be classified as a celebrity stalker. And the media has shared some of the tragedies over the years.”

Marc took a deep breath. “Yeah. I don’t want that happening to Cade. She’s a good girl. I promised her parents and Casi I’d keep an eye out.”

Fenton looked over at his sons for a heartbeat. “Why don’t the three of us come out, Marc? I can serve as a liaison with the local police and the boys can be bodyguards.”

Marc let out a muted whoop. “That’s great, Mr. Hardy, you might just be a lifesaver. Oops, better go.”

Fenton bit back a smile. “I take it Cade doesn’t know you called?”

Marc let out a laugh. “I’ve been hanging around Case way too long. We’re at the Triton in Frisco. See you guys soon. Peace.”

Before the dial tone could buzz, Joe punched the speakerphone function off. He glanced over at his father. “So we’re going?”

Fenton nodded and leaned forward slightly to write down something. “Triton Hotel, I assume. I’ll see if Jack can fly us to California.” He reached for the phone only to see both his sons waiting. “Yes?”

“Do you think Marc’s right, that it’s a stalker?”

Fenton paused a moment. “Anything’s possible. There are countless incidents with celebrities over the years. In some cases, it’s ended in tragedy.”

Frank sighed. “I guess we’d better go pack.” He glanced at the closed door of the study. “What about Mom?”

“I’ll tell her,” said Fenton. “You boys go get ready. Hopefully, Jack can leave tomorrow.”

Joe nodded and led the way out of their father’s study. He headed up the stairs, only to stop halfway up, making Frank stagger as he tried not to run into him. “Joe, stop that.”

“San Francisco,” Joe whispered almost conspiratorially. “We’re going to San Francisco.” He flashed a grin and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.

Frank shook his head. “And you’re bouncing off the walls why?”

Joe pretended to conk Frank on the head with an imaginary bat. “We have friends in San Francisco, remember? Three sisters?”

“Oh.” Frank looked around the hallway. “Sometimes I wonder if that really happened...”

Joe’s smile faded. “It did, Frank. Remember what happened after.”

Frank closed his eyes, remembering the fateful trip to Barbados and everything that had happened. “I’d rather not. Come on, let’s get packed so we’ll be ready to go when Dad and Jack are.”

Joe nodded and darted to his room. Once in his room, he pulled out his duffle and began throwing clothes in. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong this time and they’d figure it all out. Hopefully....

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