This story is set in the late 1950's more off of the original books than anything else. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys
A young woman grabbed the handle of a wire basket from the porch of her Victorian style home. She trotted down the porch steps with the basket and a pair of clippers in hand. She walked down the brick path into a beautiful flower garden and began clipping the dead blossoms of the plants.
"Excuse me?"
She turned to see a man along with two young gentlemen behind her. "Yes, sir. How may I help you?"
He smiled. "My name is Fenton Hardy, I am looking for a Mr. Carson Drew?"
"I'm sorry, he left for Chicago last night, and won't return home until late tonight or early tomorrow morning."
"I see," Said the man. "And it's only 9:15 in the morning."
Neither of the boys had yet to say a word which she found peculiar. One was slightly taller with dark brown hair and dark eyes, the other had blond hair and blue eyes. Both glanced at the man and then returned their gaze to her.
"I can ring him if-" The young woman was cut short by the opening of a window from the top story of the house.
AnA older woman's head popped out and called- "Nancy dear! Don't forget my irises!"
"Of course not Hannah!" Called the girl-Fenton assumed name was Nancy. "May I ask what business you are here for?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I am a private investigator. What is-" Fenton was cut of abruptly as a mail carrier walked up the brick path.
"Miss Drew!"
Ah, so this was Carson Drew's famous daughter. Fenton thought.
"Yes, Ira?" Asked the girl.
"I have a letter here for you from Mr. Drew, miss." He replied in a soft tone.
"Thank you Mr. Nixon." Nancy said graciously as the man turned and walked towards the street.
"You are welcome to stay here if you wish to wait for my father, I'm sure I have heard him mention you before!" Nancy said to Fenton and the boys, ignoring the note for the time being.
"Thank you, that's most gracious, but we really don't want to impo-"
"It's no imposition. Are your bags in the car?" Nancy rushed on.
"Yes, they are. That's really most kind of you Nancy. These are my sons Frank and Joe."
"It's lovely to meet you Nancy." Said the tall dark haired boy. "I'm Frank." He said shaking her hand.
"Great to meet you Nance! I'm Joe." Said the blond grasping her hand after his brother.
"It's very nice to meet you both." Nancy said with a kind smile on her lips. She look down at the letter in her hands and broke the seal and pulled out a piece of white parchment. "My father shall be home early tomorrow morning." She reported. "Your bags?"
"We'll grab them." Frank said, and nudged his brother. They returned moments later with three bags in tow.
"Follow me please!" Nancy said in a chipper voice.
As they walked up the steps, an officer approached them.
"Miss Drew?"
"Yes?"
"We have a letter here from the CPD."
"Thank you…" Nancy's face was laced with confusion.
"Yes ma'am." The officer walked back to his squad car, hopped inside and drove off.
Nancy tore open the envelope and gasped. She felt suddenly dizzy and reacher out for the railing to steady her.
"What is it?" Frank asked grasping her elbow to balance her.
"My-my father…he's been kidnapped…"
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