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The Mystery of Elizabeth Drew
Part 12
Author: Mac
Disclaimers in Part 1
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The pair arrived upstairs to find that Steve was gone and there was no
trace of anyone else in the house. Nancy picked up the phone and
quickly dialed the police.
"May I speak with Fenton Hardy please?"
"One moment while I connect you."
"Hardy," a gruff voice said five minutes later.
"Mr. Hardy--"
"Holy shit! Nancy, where are you? Are you all right? Where's
Frank?"
"I'm at Jackson's 'humble abode' with Frank. We're both all right."
She could practically see him take a deep breath to calm himself. "Do
you know how worried your father was?"
"Mr. Hardy, I know I worried Dad, but we have an unconscious psychotic
man in the basement of this house and we don't know how long he's going
to be out. Frank went down to tie him..." she trailed off.
"Nan?"
Instead of seeing Frank standing next to her, it was Jackson. He took
the phone from her. "I'm sorry, Nancy's been a bad girl, she'll have
to call you back."
"Wh-where's Frank?"
Jackson stepped ominously closer to her. He had somehow gotten a
knife. "Now, didn't you promise you would do whatever I want?"
Before she could answer, she felt the cold steel on her neck.
Jackson's face loomed in front of hers. He put his hand behind her
head and pressed his lips to hers.
She kicked him hard. "Damn you!" he cursed, smacking her across the
face. He grabbed her hair and pressed the knife against her stomach.
"Do you want me to gut you like a fish?"
Nancy shook her head. Jackson had this rush of adrenaline that she
just couldn't compete with. "Let me go!" she cried.
"Let you go?" Jackson laughed. "And just why would I do that?" He
grinned at Nancy's gasp as he slid the knife deep across her flesh.
Nancy felt herself falling backwards as Jackson was pulled from her.
She dropped unceremoniously to the floor as Frank fought to disarm him.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and people were storming the home.
Frank tossed the knife aside and let them grab Jackson. He then ran
over to Nancy.
"Are you all right?" he asked her as he helped her up. Nancy cried in
pain. Frank's eyes widened when he saw the blood seeping through
Nancy's shirt. "Just hang on."
Nancy tightened her eyes as another wave of pain passed through her.
She never knew anything could hurt so much. "Frank... it hurts."
"I know it does, honey," he replied, stroking her cheek. "We'll get
help as soon as possible."
"Nancy!" Frank looked up through the crowd of FBI Agents to see Carson
Drew.
"Mr. Drew, over here!" he called.
Carson stopped in his tracks, grabbing one of the officers. "Call an
ambulance!" When he finally got to them, he knelt down. "Nan?"
She smiled, but it turned into a grimace. "I'm sorry, Dad."
"It's all right, don't worry about it right now."
"An ambulance is on it's way!" someone shouted.
"How did you find us?" Frank asked. "Nancy only tried calling Dad
about ten minutes ago."
Carson kissed Nancy's forehead. "Someone in the Network owed your Dad
a favor so we had him implant a track device in Nancy's arm. We knew
Jackson would try and contact her."
"Is Joe all right?" Nancy asked, taking a breath.
"He's fine," Carson soothed. He saw the EMTs heading over to them.
"Everything will be all right, Nan, I promise."
The Mystery of Elizabeth Drew
Part 12
Author: Mac
Disclaimers in Part 1
***********
The pair arrived upstairs to find that Steve was gone and there was no
trace of anyone else in the house. Nancy picked up the phone and
quickly dialed the police.
"May I speak with Fenton Hardy please?"
"One moment while I connect you."
"Hardy," a gruff voice said five minutes later.
"Mr. Hardy--"
"Holy shit! Nancy, where are you? Are you all right? Where's
Frank?"
"I'm at Jackson's 'humble abode' with Frank. We're both all right."
She could practically see him take a deep breath to calm himself. "Do
you know how worried your father was?"
"Mr. Hardy, I know I worried Dad, but we have an unconscious psychotic
man in the basement of this house and we don't know how long he's going
to be out. Frank went down to tie him..." she trailed off.
"Nan?"
Instead of seeing Frank standing next to her, it was Jackson. He took
the phone from her. "I'm sorry, Nancy's been a bad girl, she'll have
to call you back."
"Wh-where's Frank?"
Jackson stepped ominously closer to her. He had somehow gotten a
knife. "Now, didn't you promise you would do whatever I want?"
Before she could answer, she felt the cold steel on her neck.
Jackson's face loomed in front of hers. He put his hand behind her
head and pressed his lips to hers.
She kicked him hard. "Damn you!" he cursed, smacking her across the
face. He grabbed her hair and pressed the knife against her stomach.
"Do you want me to gut you like a fish?"
Nancy shook her head. Jackson had this rush of adrenaline that she
just couldn't compete with. "Let me go!" she cried.
"Let you go?" Jackson laughed. "And just why would I do that?" He
grinned at Nancy's gasp as he slid the knife deep across her flesh.
Nancy felt herself falling backwards as Jackson was pulled from her.
She dropped unceremoniously to the floor as Frank fought to disarm him.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and people were storming the home.
Frank tossed the knife aside and let them grab Jackson. He then ran
over to Nancy.
"Are you all right?" he asked her as he helped her up. Nancy cried in
pain. Frank's eyes widened when he saw the blood seeping through
Nancy's shirt. "Just hang on."
Nancy tightened her eyes as another wave of pain passed through her.
She never knew anything could hurt so much. "Frank... it hurts."
"I know it does, honey," he replied, stroking her cheek. "We'll get
help as soon as possible."
"Nancy!" Frank looked up through the crowd of FBI Agents to see Carson
Drew.
"Mr. Drew, over here!" he called.
Carson stopped in his tracks, grabbing one of the officers. "Call an
ambulance!" When he finally got to them, he knelt down. "Nan?"
She smiled, but it turned into a grimace. "I'm sorry, Dad."
"It's all right, don't worry about it right now."
"An ambulance is on it's way!" someone shouted.
"How did you find us?" Frank asked. "Nancy only tried calling Dad
about ten minutes ago."
Carson kissed Nancy's forehead. "Someone in the Network owed your Dad
a favor so we had him implant a track device in Nancy's arm. We knew
Jackson would try and contact her."
"Is Joe all right?" Nancy asked, taking a breath.
"He's fine," Carson soothed. He saw the EMTs heading over to them.
"Everything will be all right, Nan, I promise."