Prologue
Disclaimer : I do not own the Hardy Boys.
A/N : I know that I am in the middle of an unfinished "Family Ties" story, but I misplaced the notes and can't continue. Sorry…
"Father," called a young Daniele Jovanovich, "I've to go now."
"Yes, yes, of course," said a hoarse-voiced Jerzy Jovanovich from his room. He coughed again.
Daniele stepped out of her small flat and left her ill father behind. She walked towards the shopping mall - not to shop, but to work.
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Nineteen-year-old Frank Hardy lifted his heavy books from his desk and flipped the light switch off. He landed on his bed heavily and turned to face a photo frame on his bureau.
That sweet smile, that lustrous blond hair. Callie Shaw… his first love… gone… just slipped through his fingers into another's waiting arms. He picked up the photo frame and removed the picture. He crumpled in and tossed it carelessly into the waste paper basket.
"So long, Callie Shaw," he said, leaving the room, "I don't need you anymore."
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