The Hardy boys
''Joe! Wait up!''
Frank could barely keep up with his younger brother on the way out of the police station.
''I just want to get to the airport before a case opens up! Hurry up Frank, or else I'll have to leave without you!'' Joe laughed.
They climbed on their motorcycles and drove away from the police station, towards the airport.
Arriving at the airport, they parked their motorcycles and walked in.
They walked over to the check-in point,
''I hope you paced your scuba mask Frank! Aahh... The Maldives! Imagine Frank! Long, white beaches, drinking soda on the sunbed and scuba diving in the marine blue water!'' Joe said while enthusiastically waving his hands.
''Yeah, yeah...'' Frank mumbled; ''I packed it, and the towels, swimming shorts and everything you were nagging about when we were pacing.. I thought aunt Trudy were nagging! You are way worse!''
''Yeah, yeah... Well lets go eat! I'm starving!'' Joe lightly replied.
They ordered some sandwiches and soda, Frank asked for a coffee to be served after the meal.
''I'll just have to go the the bathroom, be right back!'' Joe ran over to the toilets and Frank was left alone. He sat back and enjoyed the silence, he opened the news paper and started to read it.
''Two club sandwiches with soda?'' the waitress looked at Frank.
''Yeah! Just put the other one right here.'' He showed her Joe's empty seat. Frank looked at his watch, ten minutes! What was he doing! Cleaning the toilet?!
Frank looked down on the sandwich, he grabbed his fork and was about to eat when he felt something in his stomach. Something was not right! What took Joe so long? He picked up his phone from the pocket, and called him. No answer.
Frank was looking at all the people leaving the restroom, a man with a big suitcase, a woman with three kids and a bunch of teenaged girls walked out from the toilets. Frank looked at his watch again, fifteen minutes! Frank felt something was out of place so he went to the toilets.
When he opened the door the the boys restroom, he gasped for air and froze of shock.
The blood lay as a pool around the young body, there was no sign of live, but lots of signs to struggle. Frank had to remind himself to breathe. He walked around the bloody body an opened every single door.
'' Joe? JOE!'' Frank shouted. No answer. He looked down on the dead boy. His hand was shaking when he reached for the bloody body, to check for pulse. He found none, the young boy was dead.
With shaking hands Frank called his dad. The buzz tone felt like forever while he waited for the answer.
...
'' This is Fenton speaking''
''Dad! ...''
''Frank? Are you ok? Shouldn't you be on the flight to the Maldives?''
''Something... Something is wrong.. I..aah.. you better...''
''What happened Frank?! Tell me!''
''It's... It's Joe.. he's... and.. a guy.. dead.. come...''
Fenton went through security and carefully opened the door to the airport bathroom, the first thing he saw was the pool of blood around a dark haired young boy. And in the corner sat a familiar character.
''Frank!'' Fenton ran over to his eldest sun. And sat down in front of him.
Frank looked straight in the thin air, and there was just emptiness in his eyes.
He lay a comforting hand on Frank's shoulder, he slowly moved his eyes over and met his fathers gaze.
''Dad, Joe is missing.''
''You don't know that. He could have gone to the tax-free or something.''
Frank looked down at his hands, and now the tears came to the surface.
Feton looked down to his sun's hands, packed in blood he held something, he grabbed it slowly.
''I gave it to Joe, when he cracked the code that solved the last mystery. He said he'd never take it off. - And all the signs of struggle. The blood on this '' - he pointed to the necklace it was torn, and bloody.
''Someone dragged him out of here, and I didn't see it! this is my fault!''
- Please R&R!