Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Fenton looked over at her and frowned thoughtfully. "I had rather hoped they'd tell me what happened Halloween night. I don't understand it. They've never kept secrets from me before."

Laura sighed. "They're getting older, Fenton, more men than boys."

"Yes, that is true but—” Fenton sighed and shook his head. "Laura, I wasn't accusing them of anything."

Laura turned to look at him. "Joe told me everything that happened. I would have reacted the same way, keep them far, far away from that man. But now, seeing that he was really just trying to keep them out of harm's way..."

"In an odd way it does make sense, keeping all of us focused on him, so he could keep watch." Fenton shook his head again and glanced at his watch. "It's not that late, I'll see if they're still up."

He got to his feet and padded over to the connecting door. Both of them were already dressed for bed, and he hoped that once everything was discussed, they could all get a good night's sleep. He tapped softly on the door but there was no response.

Fenton sighed and started to walk back to the bed, only to turn around and open the connecting door. He walked through the doorway and froze. The beds were still made, the single lamp still on. There were no shoes scattered on the carpet and their jackets weren't tossed over the chair. Joe's backpack still sat at the foot of one of the beds, while Frank's duffle was in the closet area.

Feeling panic sweep over him, Fenton hurried back to his room. He reached for the pants he'd taken off earlier and tossed on the chair, and then grabbed his sweater. He started to get dressed, trading the old flannel pajamas for the street clothes.

Laura sat up in bed. "Fenton."

"They're gone."

She shuddered. "Fenton—”

His eyes roamed the room, looking for his shoes. He was panicking, he knew, but there was a thread of anger simmering just beneath the panic. If they had gone off to take matters into their own hands – "They left, Laura. Jackets and shoes are gone. I'm going to assume they decided to find the hit man themselves."

Laura sagged against her pillows for a moment and then slid out of bed. She walked to the closet area where she'd hung up her own clothes. Fenton paused in the process of putting on his shoes. "Laura."

"I'm going with you."

Something in her tone told him it would be useless to argue.

***

Joe looked down at the layout of cards. All had pictures with little symbols on them. "What are they?"

Sullivan glanced at him and blinked. "Oh, Tarot cards. Archimedes, we have a problem."

Archimedes sighed. "Of course we do."

Sullivan grunted and waved a hand in the air as if swatting at something. "Not a brother problem, a different problem."

"Sully, you know Arch doesn't believe in those things," said Reiden.

A male voice shouted from the game room. "Hey, if you're gonna talk, forfeit and I'll play someone else."

"Shut up, Dyllan," came another voice. "No one wants to play with you, least of all Poppa."

"Why don't you put a cue stick where your mouth is and play me. I'll bet I can beat the socks off of you."

"Well at least you're cheap, you'll settle for socks instead of my piggy bank."

"Wait, how much is in it?"

Reiden smirked and glanced over his shoulder. "Here, Quinn, have some fun." He turned back to the group in the kitchen and looked over Sullivan's shoulder. "Interesting. Most of the reversed ones could be cast in a positive aspect—”

"Yes, yes," said Sullivan, testily. "I can interpret the cards just fine." He turned back to Archimedes when a sudden bang startled them all.

Archimedes groaned. "It must be something atmospheric," he muttered. "Ever since we got here. Merlyn, go settle her down."

Frank and Joe shared a look. "Settle whom down?" asked Frank, wondering if that was a mistake to ask.

Merlyn sighed. "Ankhara. She's been restless since Samhain."

A creepy feeling swept over Joe. He glanced in the direction Rhiannon had flown and then looked at Merlyn. "Oh God, she's real too, isn't she? That's why she's not a dried-up husk."

Frank's eyes went wide, and he wondered if Joe had hit his head harder than either of them had thought. "Her? Who's her?" He glanced at Merlyn. "Don't tell me you're talking about the mummy."

"Mummy?" asked Sullivan, his eyes focused on the cards. "Is Ankhara rattling her cage again?"

"Poppa, Dyllan's not playing by the rules. Can I beat him?" came Quinn's voice from the game room.

"Dyllan sometimes needs taking down a peg or two," said Sullivan. "By all means."

"Hey, he didn't mean that. Dad!" Dyllan strode into the kitchen and skidded to a halt. "What are you two doing here?"

Frank took a deep breath and realized he would have preferred staying at the Inn, under his father's watchful eye instead of this. "Just visiting."

Merlyn turned to her cousin. "Don't be rude."

Archimedes heaved a very put-upon sigh. "Dyllan, the room next to yours is clean, right?"

"I guess. Why?"

"Frank and Joe will be staying the night. I'll ring their parents in the morning." Archimedes glanced at Sullivan. "Stop that. They're not all that accurate, you do know that."

"Yes, but this time I think it behooves us to take the cards seriously." Sullivan smiled at Frank and Joe. "After all, we're practically neighbors."

Frank wasn't sure he liked the sound of that.

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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.