Author's Note: Please read and reveiw.
Warning: My last fanfic was a comedy so please don't be surprised by random jokes that may pop up during the course of the story.
Nancy almost ran from her hotel room with Bess hurrying along behind her, "I don't like keeping this secret from them anymore than you do Bess, but I don't see any other choice! It will be easier to clear him if we can be sure he hasn't been told we're investigating him!" she said as they waited for the elevator.
"But don't you think they'll be mad when they find out we were investigating him and didn't tell them?" Bess asked worriedly, automatically stepping into the elevator when the doors opened.
Nancy stepped on after her friend but still studied Bess for a few moments before answering, the blonde was actually almost dressed well for a day on the move for once in a pale pink blouse, kakis, and a pair of tennis shoes that perfectly matched her blouse. Her long blonde hair was held back by some silver barrettes, and small silver hearts dangled from her ears. She looked great despite the fact that she looked worried. "I'm sure they'll understand… They know we have to investigate all the suspects even if we don't think they could really have done it, and they know that a detective tipping their hand can mean that a suspect that would have cleared can't be or a culprit that would have been found gets away." she said finally brushing some imaginary dirt off of her own blouse. She was dressed almost identically to Bess except she was wearing blue instead of pink and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was also wearing gold studs at her ears rather than dangling silver.
"I hope so…" Bess replied unhappily, they went the rest of the way to the lobby in silence. "What are we doing first?" Bess asked as they walked out of the lobby into the warm air of New York.
"Why don't we go to that café on the corner for breakfast? We can figure what to do from there." Nancy said trying to cheer Bess up a little.
"Breakfast sounds good." Bess said trying to sound cheerful, and the started walking down the sidewalk towards the corner café. Nancy smiled and followed her friend catching up after a few yards.
When they got to the café the saw that it was the A Taste of France Café, when they had come by the night before on their way to their hotel they hadn't seen the name. Just enough to see that it was probably a café. "What do you think Bess? Do you want to taste France?" Nancy asked teasingly.
Bess sighed, "I think I could suffer through it." she said jokingly. The girls laughed as they went into the charmingly decorated café.
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"Whoa!" Joe said turning around in his seat as they passed a café that he had never really noticed before. "What is it Joe?" Frank asked barely glancing at his brother, he figured the answer would probably be something along the lines of a girl in tight jeans walking along the sidewalk going about her daily business.
"Those girls looked just like Nancy and Bess!" Was Joe's sort of surprising response, he was still looking behind them though they were nearly half a block from the café now and the traffic was surprisingly steady today.
"What?! What would they be doing in New York?" Frank asked incredulously, turning to look at Joe briefly in shock.
"I don't know, but I'm sure that was them." He said finally turning back around to face forward and turning to look at his brother. "Maybe Nancy is here on vacation."
"She would have told she was coming, and Mom didn't even say she tried to call when we got back from our last case. She didn't call us on our cell phones either." Frank pointed out smoothly, but Joe had him thinking about why Nancy would be in New York without telling them too.
"She could be on a case." Joe suggested next, there had been plenty of times when he and Frank had gone on cases where they couldn't tell Nancy that they were even on a case.
"Again, she probably would have told us. She doesn't work for the Grey Man remember?" Frank responded calmly as he made a turn.
"That we know of." Joe said a little bitterly, he had never been very accepting of the low level of information they were allowed in the Network. Frank just sighed and kept driving.
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Once they were seated at a table near the window and had their food Nancy leaned toward Bess with a serious expression on her face, "I think the first thing we should do is go to the police station and speak to Lieutenant Mahoy, and find out why he suspects Mr. Hardy in these shootings."
Author's Note: I know any serious Hardy Boys fans are probably going to hate that…. Please review anyway, while I go and get my flame retardant clothing. Ok I'm done joking around for the moment. Really though I do want you to review, and I do know this is a short chapter but the next chapter is already in the works so in theory if my current flow of creativity keeps up it shouldn't take too long. But I do have several non-fan fiction stories I'm writing at the moment so my creative stores may run low at any time. Don't say I didn't warn you. My parents also tend towards liking me to sleep at night when my creative juices are flowing the strongest, so that could slow things down a bit too.