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Chapter 3
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Joe woke up with a start; somehow he had managed to fall asleep. He didn’t make any noise as he strained to hear what had caused to him to awaken. Someone was talking. He could hear voices murmuring behind the closed door. Joe closed his eyes when he saw the door knob turning. Using a relaxing technique that Frank had taught him, Joe slowed his breathing, making it appear that he was still sleeping.
“We had a little trouble with the girl – Jax didn’t leave the chloroform on long enough. She almost gave us away but Jax clocked her good.”
“What about the boy – did he give you any trouble?”
“Nah – he never saw us coming. I clobbered him really good.”
Silence followed but Joe didn’t dare move, he could still hear the two men breathing and one of them kept shuffling his feet.
“Simon – who in the hell is that girl?!”
“That’s the kid’s girlfriend – what’s her name – Vanessa!”
“Simon,” the second man sighed. “I realize she’s has blonde hair but does that girl look like she’s 5’9”?”
“Um…well, I guess she did seem kind of short. But she was with the kid, they were walking together!”
“It’s all right, Simon – I can still make this work. When they finally regain conscious take them to the interrogation room and have Jax come get me.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Casidine.”
The two men left the room; Joe heard them close and lock the door. He opened his eyes and wondered: who was Mr. Casidine?
*****
Frank had a restless night, drifting in and out of sleep, his mind filled with worry for Joe and Callie.
Once they arrived home, Laura had sent Frank up to his room. He stood outside his doorway and listened to his parents. Fenton was going to check if anyone he had put away had escaped or had been paroled from jail.
Frank tumbled out of bed and jumped in the shower, hoping that it would wake him up. He dressed in clean clothes and headed downstairs. The delicious aroma of bacon and coffee wafted through the air. Frank walked into the kitchen and found his mother and Aunt Gertrude setting the table for breakfast.
“Good morning, sweetie.” Laura smiled at her oldest son.
“Sit down Frank, you still need to eat.” Aunt Gertrude said as she set a plate piled with eggs and bacon on the table.
Frank turned when Fenton came into the kitchen. “Did you find out anything – did anyone call asking for a ransom?” he anxiously asked his father.
“No, no one is up for parole – no prison escapes and no ransom call,” Fenton replied wearily.
“Dad, I want to go back to the theater and look around. Maybe I can find something the police overlooked.”
“Frank, I’m sure Con made sure the forensic team went through the men’s room with a fine tooth comb. There’s no reason for you to go there.”
“Do you know if anyone has called the Shaws?”
“Mr. Shaw called my office early this morning – he hasn’t heard anything.”
Frank moved his food around the plate, making a show of eating, but Laura and Aunt Gertrude weren’t fooled.
“Try and eat something, Frank,” Laura pleaded with her son.
“You won’t do your brother any good if you don’t keep your strength up,” Aunt Gertrude added.
Frank knew they were right. He took a bite of his scrambled eggs but it tasted like cardboard. Frank forced himself to eat a few more bites, but stopped when his stomach began to rebel.
“I think I’ll go back to my room – may I be excused?”
Aunt Gertrude wanted to protest but Fenton shook his head. Laura placed her hand over Frank’s.
“Don’t worry about your plate, I’ll put it away.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
As Frank went up to his room, he turned on his cell phone. He knew that he couldn’t just do nothing. Coming to a decision, he dialed a number.
“Hi Phil – I need your help. Meet me at the park in an hour – I’m going to call the rest of the guys.”
*****
Once Joe heard the door lock, he began to work on getting loose. He was glad that his hands were tied in front; he just wished they hadn’t hog-tied his arms to his legs! He noticed that Callie was starting to wake up; he rolled closer to try and nudge her. Joe saw that the kidnappers had also tied her hands in front but they hadn’t looped her rope to her legs.
Once awake, and thinking a little more clearly, Callie realized that she was able to remove the duct tape from her mouth. She reached out to remove the tape from Joe’s as well.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“I’ve got a headache and I feel nauseous, otherwise I’m fine!”
“That’s the chloroform and I think one of those gorillas hit you.”
“How do you know that?”
“They came in to check on us – I pretended to still be unconscious and listened to them talk.”
“Who are they and why did they kidnap us?!” Callie’s voice rose on the last word.
“Sshh, not so loud!” Joe cautioned.
“I’m sorry – I’m a little upset – I’ve never been kidnapped before!”
“Well then this will really make your day! You weren’t supposed to be taken – Vanessa was!”
“Not again – I can’t lose another friend because of…” Callie clamped her mouth shut when she saw the hurt look on Joe’s face. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean it!”
“Yes you did,” whispered Joe. “I knew – I always knew you blamed me for Iola dying.”
“No Joe – I don’t blame you….”
“Don’t you? When Iola was alive we used to be really good friends. But then everything changed after the funeral.”
“We’re still friends – I still consider you a friend!”
“Yeah, right,” Joe snorted.
Before Callie had a chance to make a remark, the door opened. In the middle of the doorway stood a huge bulky man. To Joe, it looked like the huge goon had muscles on his muscles! For some strange reason, the young teen thought that this guy should have been used to play the Hulk in Ang Lee’s movie instead of the digital drawing that had been used.
The man moved to the side and they saw another man behind him. The Hulk, as Joe had named him, flicked the light switch. Joe had to fight the urge to laugh when he saw that the other man was dressed all in white.
“Good morning, Mr. Hardy. I hope you slept well.”
“Oh yeah – I can’t wait to tell all my friends about this place.”
The man in white smiled at Joe’s reply. He had heard about the young teen’s tenacity. He snapped his fingers at the Hulk who handed him a tape recorder.
“I need you and your friend to make a message.”
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