Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Officer Tyler walked up, a notepad in his hand. “Mr. Carter, you said that your car was stolen. Could you give me a description and the license plate?”

“Yeah – it’s a ’95 Mustang, two doors – metallic red – the plate is a personalized.”

Officer Tyler glanced up when Keith hesitated; he noticed that the young man seemed uncomfortable. “Mr. Carter, the license plate.”

Keith sighed. “Cupcake.”

Tony snickered while Frank turned his head.

“My girlfriend got the plates for my birthday!”

Officer Tyler cleared his throat as he stared intently at his note pad. “Well – thank you, Mr. Carter. I’ll get this out right away, Chief Collig.”

“Thank you for your help,” said Frank.

“I hope they find your friend,” answered Keith, not knowing that the kidnapped victim was related to the dark-haired man.

Emma Preston stood quietly staring at the group; she wanted know what they were going to do to find her daughter.

“Was über unser Baby, Michael? Was sie tuend, um Rayne zu finden? sind!” (“What about our baby, Michael? What are they doing to find Rayne?”)

Putting his arm around Emma, Michael tried to calm his wife. He knew when she reverted to her native language that she was very upset.

“Bitten Sie sie, mein Baby zurück zu holen!” (“Tell them to bring my baby back!”)

“Mein Liebling (My darling) – they will find her – they will do everything they can to find her.”

She wanted to believe him; Michael had never lied to her. Emma pressed her face into his shoulder and sobbed quietly.

*****

Joe tried to ignore the empty feeling in his stomach. He stared past Daniel, focusing on the antics of a spider spinning its web. Finished with his meal, Daniel lit a cigarette. He got out of the chair and walked over to Joe, kneeling in front of him. Taking a long drag, he then blew the smoke into Joe’s face, causing the young Hardy to cough.

“You got a real nice girl in there, kid. You know who else is a looker? Your Mom is one hot looker!”

“You lay one hand on my mother and I’ll kill you myself!” Joe growled.

Daniel chuckled softly as he blew more smoke into Joe’s face. “That will be a pretty neat trick considering you’ll be dead!”

Glancing back at the closed bedroom door, Daniel turned to stare at Joe. The young Hardy felt a stab of fear when he saw the evil grin flit across Daniel’s face. Leaning closer to his captive, he began to whisper in his ear. Telling Joe all the evil and vile things he was going to do to Rayne.

Joe clenched his jaw. He felt sick to his stomach as he listened to Daniel. He couldn’t listen anymore; with an outraged roar Joe shoved Daniel away from him. Caught by surprise Daniel fell back and hit the floor. Joe managed to push himself forward and land on top of the man. Although his hands and ankles were bound, he was able to lift himself up enough to hit Daniel in the face. Joe thought if he could just push himself higher up, he could kneel on his captor’s chest. He might be able to grab hold of Daniel’s head and slam it down hard on the floor, possibly knocking the man unconscious.

Enraged by Joe’s actions, Daniel moved quickly and shoved the young Hardy off him. Rolling out of the way, he jumped up and strode over to the prone blonde.

“You little shit!”

Joe bit back a pain-filled cry when Daniel kicked him in the stomach. He tried to curl up into a ball as Daniel continued his assault.

In the bedroom, Rayne could hear Daniel screaming and cursing. She could hear the soft sounds of flesh being hit. A tear ran down her face, and Rayne started to scream out for Joe. She let out a shriek when the door suddenly banged open. Daniel stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as he glared at Rayne, who shivered in fear when she saw the deadly glare. He stood there for a minute then turned and stormed out of the house.

Daniel stood out on the porch, fighting the urge to ‘play’ with Rayne. He couldn’t do anything now; he had to wait till Joe was conscious. It wouldn’t be any fun until Joe was aware of what he was doing to her. He could wait – he could be patient. Daniel was about to go inside when he heard a noise. Someone was out there.

Two teenagers came out of the wooded area, a young boy and girl. Just two kids out on a date, taking a romantic walk. The young boy brushed back his reddish-brown hair out of his eyes. He smiled over at Daniel.

“Hi, sorry if we startled you – I was showing Sandy the view over at the lake and we got lost – you wouldn’t happen to know how to get back to the Jenson’s place?”

“You really did lose your way! Let me get a flashlight and I’ll walk you part of the way.”

In a quick flash, Daniel returned with two flashlights. “Thought you could use one, plus this way I won’t get lost coming back to my place.”

“Gee thanks, Mister…?”

“Frank – Frank Hardy. Let’s go before your folks start worrying about you!”

Placing his hand on the young boy’s shoulder, Daniel led them back into the woods. A happy smile was on his face, as he thought about the fun he was going to have after all.

*****

Joe woke with a start – he groaned in pain as he rolled onto his back. He thought he had heard someone scream. He listened intently but the only sound he heard was the soft chirping of the crickets.

“Joe?”

He could hear the fear in Rayne’s voice. “Rayne – did he…?”

“No, he hasn’t touched me. Did he hurt you?”

“I’m okay – I’ve been hit worse by an opposing linebacker. Did he leave?”

“Yes and he’s been gone for a long time. Joe – I thought I heard other voices. I think – I think he was talking with someone but I’m not really sure. The voices were so faint – I heard more of a mumbling sound but he left a few minutes afterwards.”

Joe closed his eyes. If what Rayne heard was really true, then Daniel Reese had found his next victim.

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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.