"What do we do with her?" the one assailant asked the other.
"She's seen our faces, we'll have to take her along too!" the second abductor replied.
Robbin had just enough time to glance back to make sure Daniel got away safe before she was shoved into the back of the van alongside an unconscious Hutch.
During the long, bumpy ride to their destination, Robbin tried to revive Hutch several times but he was out cold.
Inside the van, even though it was cold and dark, there was no mistaking the huge gash Robbin found on the back of Hutch's head as she checked his injuries, nor the wet, sticky substance that covered her hand as the blood poured from the blond's wound.
Robbin managed to tear off the sleeve from the left arm of her blouse and proceeded to wrap it gently but securely around Hutch's forehead.
He moaned several times during the process but he never came to.
She then felt for Hutch's gun holster only to find it empty.
She wondered if Hutch had dropped his gun in the alley or if their abductors had taken it.
Robbin braced herself against the side of the van when it came to a sudden stop and waited with baited breath as she heard the abductors climb out of the front of the van and walk to the back.
She thought about kicking her way out when they opened the door and running off but she knew it would be no use with there being the two of them and only one of her and besides, she didn't want to leave an injured Hutch to fend for himself.
When the two men finally opened the van doors with one man holding a gun, they paused for a moment before grabbing Robbin's arm and dragging her out.
"Ronnie! the head assailant yelled out towards what looked like a deserted cabin.
Just then a third man walked out onto the porch of the cabin and joined his cohorts.
Robbin looked around the area and noticed they were surrounded by a huge forest of redwoods and smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
"Take her inside!" the man in charge ordered the third man as he shoved Robbin towards him.
"Who is she Tommy...I thought you were only bringing Solberg!" the third man questioned his associate.
"Just shut-up and take her inside...it couldn't be helped...she just happened to be there at the wrong time!" Tommy added in his agitated state.
"Solberg!" Robbin thought to herself, "Oh no...they think Hutch is David!"
The third man grabbed Robbin's right arm and forcefully led her to the inside of the cabin leaving the other two men to carry the still unconscious Hutch in behind him.
"Sit down!" the third man shouted to Robbin as he shoved her down onto a dusty, old sofa.
The man in charge had his hands under Hutch's armpits while the other had the blond's leg and they proceeded to carry him into a room off to the left of the main living area.
They tossed him carelessly onto a bed that was covered with a torn and rumpled old quilt.
They stared down at the blond for several seconds then left the room, locking it behind them.
...
Daniel ran into the building and hurried quickly down the long hallway that led to Soul's dressing room.
He opened the door with shaky hands and burst inside the room, scared and out of breath.
Everyone in the room glanced over at the boy, surprised at his sudden appearance.
When Starsky saw how upset the young boy was he instantly got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Starsky rushed over to the boy and placed his hands on the child's shoulders and immediately asked him what was wrong.
"They took my Mom!" the boy cried out with tears running down his cheeks.
Soul, who was seated at his dressing room mirror, quickly got up and walked over to Starsky and the boy.
"Who took your Mom?" Starsky questioned the child.
"Those men!" Daniel exclaimed as he pointed to the door.
"What men Daniel?" Starsky asked, his hands still resting firmly on the child's shoulders.
"The two men outside...they took my Mom and the man who looks like him!" Daniel replied as he pointed at Soul.
Starsky's original fears suddenly came to life with the boys last words.
Both Soul and Starsky looked at each other in bewilderment.
Where?" Starsky demanded of the boy as he shook him gently.
Daniel walked over to the opened dressing room door and pointed to the door down the long hallway.
Starsky gently moved the boy aside and raced out of the room and down the hall to the back door with Soul close behind.
Starsky tore opened the door to the outside and sprinted down the steps with his gun drawn.
He glanced up and down the alley that was adjacent to the parking lot then hurried out to the lot, spinning around and around as he surveyed the area, yelling his partner's name in the process.
Soul ran down the alley then back up again, not finding anything or anyone.
He shook his head no to Starsky when Starsky returned to the back door completely out of breath.
With a worried and perplexing look on his face, Starsky ran back inside and back down the corridor to the dressing room and the little boy.
"Daniel...I need to ask you some questions...okay?" Starsky said to the child.
Daniel shook his head yes as he wiped the tears from his face.
Naturally the first question out of Starsky's mouth was, "Did they hurt Hutch?"
The boy shook his head yes and the bad feeling in the pit of Starsky's stomach intensified.
"They hit him on the head and he fell down!" Daniel replied through quivering lips.
"Thank god that's all!" Starsky thought to himself, "All though head injuries can be very serious just the same!"
"Did they hurt your Mom in anyway?"Starsky asked.
The boy paused then replied as the tears began to flow again, "I don't think so!"
"Daniel, do you remember what kind of car they were driving...or what color it was?" Starsky continued to question the boy.
"It was a big white one with blue words on the side!" Daniel sobbed.
"Do you remember what any of the words said?" Starsky asked as his heart pounded fiercely in his chest.
The boy shook his head no as he wiped away another fallen tear.
"So'kay Daniel...it's okay!" Starsky said as he knelt down and placed his hands once again on the child's shoulders.
"Do you think you would remember what the two bad men looked like that took your Mom and Hutch away?" Starsky asked the frightened boy.
"Maybe," Daniel replied as his body trembled under Starsky's comforting touch.
Starsky smiled at the boy and patted the top of his head.
"You're gonna' find my Mom right?" Daniel asked the dark-haired detective.
"You bet we are...we'll have her back home in no time and Hutch too!" Starsky said, trying to sound optimistic.
Starsky stood upright and looked around the room then at Soul.
"I need to use your phone please!" Starsky said to the blond.
Soul pointed over to a table beside the dressing room mirror.
Starsky hurried to the phone and dialed a number then waited while Soul sat down beside the boy and pulled him onto his lap in a comforting gesture.
"Don't you worry Daniel...Starsky is one of the best police officers in this whole entire world...he'll find your Mom...you can count on that!" Soul told the boy with a reassuring smile.
"Cap'n it's Starsky!" the detective replied into the phone when his superior answered.
Starsky then turned his back on Daniel and Soul and lowered his voice as he added, "We have a big problem!"
...
Soul was sitting in Dobey's office when Starsky walked in holding a piece of paper in hand.
He then sat down in the chair next to the blond.
"How's the boy?" Dobey asked his detective.
"Robbin's father picked him up, he and some other family members are staying in town for now," Starsky informed his superior.
Dobey sighed heavily then questioned the dark-haired man sitting in front of him, "So what do we have so far?"
"According to the kid there were two men, both with dark hair," Starsky began.
"Hutch was hit from behind, with what we don't know, then he was thrown into the back of a white vehicle, most likely a van with blue lettering on the side!" Starsky added.
"Robbin was shoved in after, probably because she saw their faces and they didn't want to take the chance of her identifying them!" Starsky stated as he looked at Dobey then Soul.
"Where you able to come up with a sketch with the boy's help?" Dobey asked as he glanced at the paper in Starsky's hand.
Starsky looked at the picture and frowned, "If we can even go on the kid's description!" Starsky said as he tossed the photo to his captain.
"It happened so fast, the kid probably didn't even get a good look at the creeps!" Starsky mumbled as he wiped a hand across his troubled face while Dobey looked at the sketch.
"May I?" Soul asked as he extended his hand out while asking permission to see the sketch.
Dobey quickly handed it to the blond.
"Oh my god...I-I...I think I know this man?" Soul exclaimed as he studied the sketch.
Starsky dropped his hand from his face and sat up straight.
"You're kidding me?" Starsky asked Soul.
"No...I'm positive I do!" Soul declared as he continued to look at the drawing.
All of a sudden the blond snapped his fingers in recognition, "Tommy Summers!"
"Who?" Starsky asked.
"Tommy Summers, he sat behind me in a bunch of my classes in high school back in South Dakota!" Soul informed them.
Starsky got up from his chair and took the sketch from Soul and asked, "You're positive about that?"
"Yeah, I'm certain it's him!" Soul stated to the detective before glancing over to Dobey.
Dobey didn't waste a moment as he picked up his desk phone and dialed an inside line.
"This is Captain Dobey, I need a cross check on a...Thomas Summers...!" Dobey paused as he placed a hand over the receiver and asked the blond where he attended high school.
"Sioux Falls!" Soul answered.
"And you're age?" Dobey inquired.
"Thirty five!" Soul quickly replied.
Dobey removed his hand from the receiver and continued, "From Sioux Falls, South Dakota...approximate age thirty five...white male...yeah that's right...call me back right away!"
Dobey placed the phone back on the hook and looked over at his detective.
"Well I guess we know for sure now...Hutch was abducted by mistake...the two men thought they were kidnapping you Mr. Soul!" Dobey stated.
Soul shook his head then replied, "I just feel really terrible about this, you guys were there to make sure nothing happened to me and then this happens!"
"It's not your fault Mr. Soul," Starsky told him.
"Please, call me David," the blond insisted.
Starsky nooded.
"And I wanna' help in anyway I can!" Soul added just as the phone rang out.
Dobey picked it up before the second ring and answered the call while Starsky and Soul listened intently.
"Yeah...yeah...alright," Dobey said as he scribbled onto a piece of paper that laid on his desk.
"Thanks Charlie!" he said right before hanging up the phone.
"Whatcha' got Cap'n?" Starsky asked eagerly.
"Summer's last known address in Santa Monica!" Dobey said as he handed the paper to Starsky.
Starsky snatched up the paper then started for the door.
Soul stood up the same time Dobey did and called out to Starsky, "I'd really like to ride along with you fellas if that's okay?"
Dobey looked over at Starsky and said, "He might be able to help."
Starsky nodded then answered the blond, "Okay...but I want you to stay outta' the way incase anything heavy goes down!"
Soul agreed as he followed Starsky and Dobey out the door.
...
As one of the abductors came out of the bedroom where Hutch was confined he called out to his friend, "Solberg's coming around Tommy!"
"It's about time!" his friend replied as he got up from the kitchen table where he was sitting and walked across the room to the bedroom.
Robbin watched apprehensively as the man entered the bedroom.
With the bedroom door now wide opened, she could see clearly into the room where the blond laid moaning on the bed.
She gasped when Tommy walked over to the bedside and grabbed a handful of Hutch's blond hair and pulled.
Hutch hissed as a sharp bolt of pain shot through his head and he slowly attempted to open his eyes.
At first the blond was confused about what was happening to him but then the fog began to clear and his eyes widened as he looked up at the man who had a hold of his hair.
"Robbin...where's Robbin?" Hutch mumbled as his memory became clearer.
"If you're referring to the broad who was with you in the alley, she's joined the party too!" Tommy chuckled as he pulled Hutch up by the hair and forced him to look out into the other room where Robbin stood looking in.
Hutch could see a terrified Robbin staring back at him.
"What do you want with us?" Hutch asked with difficulty.
The man leaned in real close until his nose was almost touching Hutch's and he answered softly, "Awww come on Davey...you mean to tell me you don't recognize an old school chum when you see one?"
Hutch squinted his eyes while his headed pounded from the pain.
He looked into the man's face but didn't say a word.
Tommy could tell that the blond had know idea who he was and that infuriated him even further.
In his angered state, Tommy swung back and struck Hutch on the side of his face with the back of his hand.
With his abductor's other hand still wrapped around Hutch's hair, the blond was unable to turn away from the violent blow as it came down hard against his cheek.
On impact, Hutch could feel the inside of his cheek slice against his teeth and within seconds the blood poured from his mouth.
Tommy let go of the handful of blond hair he held in his hand and Hutch fell back against the headboard of the bed, whacking his head soundly in the process.
Dazed and too weak to fight back, Hutch laid there as Tommy grabbed a hold of the blond's shirt collar and pulled him upright again.
By now the pain in Hutch's head was unbearable and he knew he was close to passing out again but he fought to keep awake.
"You think you're some kind of big shot don't you Solberg?" the man growled into Hutch's face as he shook him to get his attention.
"Solberg...he thinks I'm David!" Hutch thought to himself as the darkness began to creep in again.
"Listen to me...you have me...you don't need the girl...let her go and I'll see that you get whatever you want!" Hutch slurred his speech.
Tommy laughed then replied, "Sorry old pal but I can't do that...besides me and the boys were sorta' thinkin' that we'd maybe have our own little private party later with her!"
The terrified look on Robbins face intensified.
"You harm one hair on her head and I'll kill ya'!" Hutch spat through the pain.
Tommy laughed again as he pulled Hutch's magnum from the back of his pants where it was hidden.
He then cocked it and pointed it directed between the blond's eyes.
"So tell me Davey...when did you start packin' heat...was it when you started getting my letters?" Tommy asked.
Hutch remained silent as the cold metal was pressed against his forehead.
"You have know idea how much I'd love to blow you away right now blondie!" Tommy snarled.
One of the other two men in the other room walked over to the bedroom doorway and said to Tommy, "C'mon man...stop messin' around will ya'...we need to get these pictures taken and sent off!"
"Oh yes, the pictures...are you ready to flash those pearly whites Davey old buddy and let the folks back home no the trouble you've gotten yourself in to?" Tommy asked sarcastically.
Hutch just glared at Tommy.
Tommy chuckled one last time as he placed the magnum back into the belt of his pants then patted Hutch's swollen cheek.
Hutch flinched slightly.
"Okay Davey, up ya' go old pal!" Tommy said as he tried to pull Hutch to his feet.
"How 'bout giving me a hand here!" he yelled to the other two men who quickly entered the room to assist their friend.
It took two of them to drag Hutch's limp body out into the living room area of the cabin and onto the sofa.
"Get the camera!" Tommy ordered one of his men.
Hutch looked over at Robbin then asked, "Are you alright?"
Robbin nodded yes.
Hutch wanted to ask her about Daniel but knew the time wasn't right, especially if the boy had gotten away to alert Starsky, he didn't want the men to know that his partner was hopefully already looking for them.
...
Starsky swerved into the empty parking spot on the busy street and was out of the Torino before it had even come to a full stop.
"Wait here!" he ordered Soul who was sitting in the front seat.
Starsky waited until Dobey pulled up in his car, parking behind Starsky.
Dobey then exited his vehicle and then both men hurried up the steps to Summer's apartment.
When they got to the correct apartment, both Starsky and Dobey drew their guns.
Starsky then tapped on the door with the butt of his beretta and yelled out, "Police officers, open up!"
When not receiving any reply, Starsky stepped away from the door then turned and faced it head on.
He looked at his superior who gave him a nod and then he kicked the door in.
You could hear a loud crack as the wood splintered away from the lock.
Both men then entered the apartment waving their guns left and right as the surveyed the room's interior.
Starsky advanced further into the room until he came upon the bedroom and he quickly scanned that room for occupants as well.
Satisfied that the apartment was empty, Starsky and Dobey holstered their guns and began to look around.
Dobey began searching through drawers while Starsky opened up the bedroom closet.
The dark-haired detective jumped when he opened the closet door to find a life-size poster of Soul pinned to the inside of the door.
His blood ran cold when he saw how desecrated the poster was.
The face in the picture had numerous slice marks through it that appeared to be from a knife or another sharp object and the words "DIE BLONDIE" were scribbled across the blond's face with a red magic marker.
Starsky couldn't shake the thought of how much Soul's image looked so much like that of his missing partner's and a chill ran down his spine.
Starsky finally tore his eyes away from the poster and look at the contents inside the closet.
He pulled out a cardboard box and walked across the room and placed it on the bed.
When he opened the cardboard flaps of the box he found dozens more of eerily disfigured photograph's of the blond singer.
"You find anything yet?" Dobey asked his detective as he leaned inside the bedroom doorway.
Starsky didn't say a word, he just held up a handful of the shredded photographs and magazine clippings for Dobey to see.
Dobey walked into the room as his eyes gazed upon the pictures of the blond.
Both men stood there in silence shaking their heads when a noise at the doorway made them jerk and look in that direction.
Soul gasped then slowly walked into the bedroom and over to Starsky and Dobey.
"I thought I told you to wait in the car!" Starsky said loudly.
Soul looked at the handful of mutilated photographs of himself that Starsky held in his hand then peered down inside the box at the remaining pictures.
"Boy, he must really hate me huh?" Soul muttered.
The blond then looked around the room and his eyes fell upon the life-size poster hanging on the closet door and he shook his head in disbelief.
"I'll get a team in here...they'll comb through all this stuff...maybe they can come up with something...then I'll go question some of Summer's neighbors!" Dobey said before leaving the room.
"This just doesn't make any sense, I never did Tommy any harm, why would he be lashing out at me like this?" Soul asked Starsky.
I don't know but the idea of Hutch and Robbin being held against their will by this psycho really makes my skin crawl!" Starsky uttered.
Soul turned away from the poster and walked back over to Starsky and placed a hand on the detective's arm and said, "I'm really sorry about all this...if I could trade places with Hutch I would."
Starsky nodded then replied, "Let's just pray that Summer's doesn't find out he's got the wrong guy...if he does...Hutch and Robbin are as good as dead.