A Mountain of Trouble

June 1977

Chapter One

Hutch was starting to get concerned; his partner seemed to be in a constant state of preoccupation, which wasn't like him at all. Usually, if something bothered Starsky, he'd shout about it, let out all his emotions in one go and then move on with the business of living, but this time something was eating away at him. Heaven alone knew that they had both had their share of losses and trauma over the last eight months. There was a lot they could both be preoccupied about.

Only the two of them knew the bad days they still had. The days when it got too much to keep the aching heart hidden. Thankfully, they had each other to lean on because society at large didn't seem to know much about how to support people through grief. Death made people uncomfortable. Talking about it, even more so. It was acceptable to ask someone how they were doing for about a month after a bereavement then people didn't want to know; they wanted to forget the misery and expected everyone else to do so as well.

Other officers in their own department had acted better than most towards Starsky; they'd understood a little of what he must have gone through losing Terry as he had. He'd been shown sympathy and kindness - and leeway - for quite a long time after the event. Hutch, on the other hand, had been shown none of the same consideration for his own loss. No-one, not even Dobey, knew about his relationship with Gillian and therefore no-one knew he was grieving. His bad days were put down to 'just Hutch being more irritable than usual'.

It wasn't fair but it was just how it was. Lord knows, Hutch didn't begrudge Starsky the sympathy he had been shown, in fact people were kinder to Hutch at the same time because they knew Terry had been a friend of his too. So for a little while, they had both been supported by sympathetic smiles and gentle questions about how they were doing. But that was as far as it went. Men were somehow worse than women at talking about their feelings. It was true that nobody was as open as he and Starsky were about their emotional health, but then only with each other, not the world at large, and even they didn't always share everything. Whether that was out of a misguided decision not to be a burden or thinking it might stir up sorrow for the other one if they said how they were really feeling, Hutch wasn't sure. And now here was his partner clearly worrying over the bones of something but keeping it bottled up and hidden, even from Hutch.

Starsky's pre-occupation was starting to become noticeable to more than just his partner. This last week, other detectives had teased him, asking what he was daydreaming about when he'd been caught staring off into space instead of typing up a report. Once or twice, when they'd been out in the car, Hutch had turned to find Starsky looking almost anxious; a look that had been quickly masked when he'd realised that his partner was looking at him. As the days went on, Hutch kept hoping his friend would tell him what was bothering him but so far not a word had been said. There was fine line between accepting his partner's right to privacy and pushing Starsky to open up. Usually Hutch knew when to give him space or when to breach the walls. This time something was throwing off his certainty. He decided to give Starsky one more day to work out his problem by himself. Then if there was no obvious change in his mood, Hutch was going to tackle him and get to the bottom of what was worrying his partner.

The two of them had just arrived in the office (on time for a change) and Hutch busied himself pouring two cups of coffee for them. For once, the coffee smelled all right; as if it had not long been made, in fact. Hutch took a cautious sip and was pleasantly relieved to find it tasted as good as it smelled. He turned around to tell his partner the good news, only to find him staring off into space with a vacant look on his face again. No, not vacant exactly, but seeing something Hutch couldn't see – recalling a memory maybe?

Hutch walked across the room and pushed the cup into his friend's hand.

"There you go, partner. Drink up. It actually tastes good today."

Starsky came back from wherever he had been and grimaced, "It's too late for April Fool's."

"Honestly, it does taste good." Hutch confirmed this by taking a large sip and not making a face.

Starsky eyed him suspiciously and then took a cautious sip. His face broke into a smile.

"Hey, that's not half bad. Miracles do happen!"

Hutch settled at his desk and watched as his partner shifted in his chair, leaning back as far as he could get it to go, two legs lifting off the floor. Starsky sighed as he tipped his head to one side and once again looked at nothing across the other side of the room. Hutch frowned. Perhaps he should just go ahead and ask what was on his friend's mind.

He was prevented from doing so by the door to Dobey's office being thrown open and the owner of that particular workspace bellowing in his own inimitable style: "Starsky! Hutchinson! I need you in my office now!"

Starsky's chair legs almost crashed down and his cup slipped from his hand, landing with a clatter on the floor.

"Sheesh, Cap! Are ya trying to give me a heart attack?" Starsky grumbled, as he grabbed a pile of tissues from the box on a colleague's desk and mopped up the dark brown liquid spreading out on the floor. Fortunately, he'd already drunk most of his coffee and the cup hadn't broken when it hit the floor. Starsky retrieved it from where it had rolled under his desk and set it down gently.

Dobey made a small noise of apology then returned to his office. Hutch stood up but paused before heading into the office. He caught his partner's eye, silently asking him if he was okay. Starsky nodded and gave him a small smile. Then the two of them walked into the office to find out what their captain wanted with them.

"Take a seat, both of you."

Starsky flopped down onto the chair to the left of the captain's desk. Hutch perched on the arm. Dobey was slightly surprised. He was used to his two best detectives sharing seats, but often it was a sign that one of them was under a sense of strain or upset about something. He hadn't seen anything in the last couple of days to indicate that either of them, particularly Starsky, was under a cloud. Oh well, whatever was going on, Hutch would no doubt help his partner deal with it. Time to get to business.

"I've had a request from the Feds to borrow two detectives for a prisoner transfer."

Both detectives pulled faces; working with Federal Authorities was their least favourite thing to do. Mostly because the Feds always played things too close to their chests, not sharing vital information that left the police in the dark and potentially in danger.

"Oh, come on! Why us, Cap?" Starsky whined. "You know what we think about those guys! We're still smarting from the last joint op."

Dobey extracted a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his face, making a harrumphing noise of agreement.

"Yes, well, I know that previous operations haven't exactly gone smoothly, but they need our help and…" He shrugged. "They want the best…harrum." Dobey cleared his throat self-consciously.

Starsky dug Hutch in the ribs and stage-whispered, "Ya hear that, Hutch? He thinks we're the best."

Hutch almost smiled but seeing the serious look on Dobey's face, he instead asked quietly, "Who's the prisoner? And why's he so important?"

Starsky caught up to what Hutch was thinking and turned an equally enquiring look towards his captain.

Dobey suddenly found the desk in front of him fascinating, as he answered without looking at them: "It's Woodfield…C J Woodfield."

"What?!" Incredulous, both detectives responded loudly at the same time.

Dobey swallowed and then looked up. Ignoring their outburst, he went on to explain, "Seems Woodfield has given evidence about some of the people to whom he paid corruption money. That's in exchange for being moved to a better place to serve out the rest of his sentence. Needless to say, there were some very powerful people on that list who would rather he didn't finish testifying against them and the Feds have heard a rumour that there's now a hit out on him."

"He clearly didn't think of that when he was making his deal. Still, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Let 'em have at him, I say," Starsky muttered.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Detective Starsky. We are officers of the law, not vigilantes."

"But Cap, doesn't it burn you up, knowing what he did? What he tried to do to you and your family?"

Sighing, Dobey wiped at his face with his handkerchief and then ran the cotton material over his sweaty neck as well. His face was clouded with emotion.

"Of course, I have strong feelings about the man," he admitted slowly, "but I'm not going to forget my head or my duty because of that man, no matter what he tried to do. And I expect the same discipline from you."

"Of course, Captain," Hutch said. "Whatever you need, we'll do it."

Starsky nodded in agreement.

Dobey looked at them both gratefully. He could always trust his 'boys' to be there for him. No matter what.

"Thank you." He opened the file on his desk. "Woodfield is being held at Bay City Correctional. He's being moved to the Federal Correctional Facility just outside of Phoenix. You're to collect him from the prison at 1.30 p.m. and take him by car, which the Feds will be providing."

Hutch looked at Starsky, silently communicating with him, before turning his attention back to Dobey. "Arizona's way out of our jurisdiction. How come he's being moved to Phoenix?"

"The Feds reckon he might be safer in another state."

"It's a five hour drive on a good day, Cap," Starsky added. "Are we allowed to stop anywhere for a break and to refuel?"

Dobey waved the folder in the air. "The Feds have designated three pit stops along the I10 as safe places to stop and check in. You may stop at any of them, your choice. That way, hopefully, no-one will be able to anticipate where you might be at a given time and interfere with your journey."

"These powerful people might have a long reach. What's to stop them keeping an eye on all the possible stops along the way?" Hutch asked.

"I did ask that question," Dobey assured both his detectives.

"And?"

"The man in charge assures me that only he, the Federal Bureau Chief, the Prison Warden and I know where Woodfield is being moved to. You shouldn't have any problems."

Starsky rolled his eyes. "Now why did you have to go and say that?"

Dobey snorted. "This is no time for you to be superstitious, Starsky!"

"I'm just saying these things never work out the way they're planned and someone always knows something they're not supposed to. What do you think, Hutch?"

"I think you're right, partner. Sir, this car they're giving us? Has it got any extra protection? Does it have bullet proof glass?"

Dobey shook his head. "I think they're going for inconspicuous. It's a station wagon."

Starsky groaned. "Noooo."

Hutch patted his partner's leg in sympathy, as he commented, "Well, I hope it's got air-conditioning at least. It gets hotter than the fiery pits on that stretch through the desert."

Starsky's eyes widened. "Desert? You mean as in hot places with snakes and scorpions?"

Dobey rolled his eyes as Starsky turned a disgusted face towards him.

"I don't like scorpions, Cap, and Hutch doesn't like heat. Isn't there anyone else that could go?"

Starsky expected Dobey to snort with suppressed laughter or to shout at him. He didn't expect the silence or the sombre expression that passed over his captain's face.

Very quietly, Dobey said, "That man killed a dear friend of mine and threatened my family. I would like nothing better for him to be removed from this earth but…duty dictates we protect him and the only people I trust to do that without hesitation are you two. Please will you do that for me? The sooner he's out of State, the sooner I can try to forget him and move on with my life."

Starsky swallowed and nodded.

Hutch responded equally as quietly, "You can count on us, sir."

"I know that, son. Thank you." Dobey quickly returned to business. He offered the file to Hutch. "Familiarise yourselves with the route and the face and name of the Federal Agents who will meet you outside the prison. Check in with me from your pit stop. Only me. Check in with me again after you drop Woodfield off."

Both detectives nodded as they finished perusing the folder.

Dobey added, "When you come back later, I'll give you some money from petty cash for meals and fuel. But I'm afraid one of you will need to write a cheque for the overnight stay and then claim the money back. That's because I am not running the risk of anyone knowing your itinerary in advance. I'll authorise the stay after the fact."

Hutch nodded. "That's probably wise. I'll make sure I take my cheque book."

"Good. Thank you. Find somewhere suitable to stay overnight: the department doesn't run to five star venues but you can pick somewhere decent, just one that's reasonably priced. Drop the car back here tomorrow. By the way, you can have the next day off in lieu of the extra hours."

Both detectives looked happy at that.

"Oh and get receipts for everything. No napkins with scrawled writing on, please, Starsky," Dobey added with the ghost of a smile.

Starsky chuckled and gave his captain a little salute. "Sure thing, Cap."

"Right, go get whatever you think you might need from Bigalow – I've told him to expect you – and then go home and get packed. The car will be dropped off here at twelve-thirty. I'll see you before you go."

Starsky and Hutch nodded at their superior and then hurried out of the office.

"Straight to supply?" Starsky asked.

Hutch shook his head. "No, I think we should take a minute and plan what we might need. Best to be prepared for any eventuality."

"True…So we can transfer the radios from my car. What else do you want to take?"

Hutch looked at him and tapped one finger at a time as he spoke, "Extra ammo, shotguns, bulletproof vests, survival kit…anything else you think we need?"

Starsky shook his head, looking slightly worried, "You think we're going to need all that stuff?"

"Don't you? You're the one who said things never go to plan…There's probably a hit out on the man, don't forget."

Suddenly, Starsky's face had a look on it that Hutch had trouble placing. He almost looked sad. As Hutch watched, his partner shuddered.

"Hey. You okay, Starsk?"

"Yeah…just got a bad feeling about this one."

Hutch placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. "Me and Thee…We'll protect the prisoner but we look out for each other first. Okay?"

"Yeah. Deal."

"Let's get down to supply and make Bigalow's day," Hutch joked.

He was rewarded by a grin from Starsky. "Oh yeah, this'll be fun!"

/\/\/\

"Hey, Biggy! We've got as long list of goodies we'd like," Starsky announced as soon as they entered the basement supply room.

Bigalow looked up from the form he was filling in and frowned at the pair of detectives.

"I am expecting you and am authorised to grant reasonable requests…reasonable requests," he emphasised the last two words as he repeated them.

"Well, we're going on a long trip through desert terrain so I think a lot of things are going to be reasonable," Starsky informed him.

"Hmm." Bigalow put his form to one side and grabbed a pad. "Well?"

"Two bullet proof vests, two shotguns with extra ammo and four emergency flares," Hutch stated.

"I'll provide two flares. The Bay City Police Department isn't made of money, Detective Hutchinson!"

"What if we're lost in the desert overnight? We might need more than two flares!" Hutch protested.

Bigelow stared at them both, totally unmoved. Finally he said, "Maybe you try not to get yourselves lost in the desert then you won't need them."

Hutch looked at Starsky with a suppressed grin. "We've still got our two standard issue flares; we'll take those." Starsky nodded as Hutch turned back to the supply sergeant and said, "We'll also take the emergency radios from Starsky's car but we might need extra batteries."

Bigalow nodded as he scribbled on his pad.

Starsky asked, "You got any survival kits for desert terrain? We need two water bottles and two thermal blankets and desert gear just in case."

Bigalow rolled his eyes and said, "This is a supply room for an inner city police department, not the armed forces. Of course, we don't carry desert gear!"

"What about first aid kits with burns cream, anti-scorpion sprays and we definitely need extra water bottles. I think we should take at least four, Hutch."

"I've allocated you two water bottles and that is all you will be getting," Bigalow responded tetchily. "The best I can do for you is a backpack with two flashlights, two whistles, a box of matches, a can opener, a-"

"-Any canned food with that?" Hutch interrupted the list.

"No, you'll have to supply your own," Bigelow replied before continuing with his list, "a first aid kit…" Bigalow eyed Starsky as he added, "which I'm sure includes burns cream…And if you're worried about scorpions, I suggest you take some bleach along with you."

"Why's that? Don't they like the smell?" asked Starsky.

Bigalow shook his head. "No, Starsky. You use it after they sting you. It neutralises the venom. At least I read that in Reader's Digest so I'm assuming it's true."

"I'd rather they didn't sting me in the first place," Starsky grumbled.

"Then try not to get lost in the desert," Bigalow retorted. "Right, I'll just gather this lot up for you, while you sign all these papers for their release."

He shoved a wad of forms at Hutch before disappearing into the back room.

"Hey, Biggy! Don't forget my thermal blankets!" Starsky yelled after him.

As Hutch signed the papers, Starsky grinned at him. "That was fun. What do you think he'll say if I ask for a set of anti-snake venom vials?"

"He'll probably suggest you don't -"

"- get lost in the desert," they finished together.

/\/\/\

Chapter Two

Starsky arrived outside Hutch's apartment and waited for his partner to appear. A few seconds later, the door onto the street opened and Hutch came out, juggling a duffle bag, a box containing aluminium cooking equipment plus a load of cans, and a pile of maps. Starsky leapt out to open the trunk.

"We're only going for one night, buddy! How come you've got so much stuff?"

"Just thought we should be prepared for any and all eventualities. I packed my campfire cooking gear and I got some canned food to go with the can opener Bigelow gave us. We won't starve. Well, you might if you don't like my choice of soup!"

Starsky rolled his eyes, before saying, "I got some Pillsbury Food Sticks from the bodega I passed on the way home."

Hutch grimaced. "Aren't those made from caramel and peanut butter? Hardly healthy."

"Chocolate too." Starsky smacked his lips noisily. "The peanut butter gives you energy and the chocolate caramel combination is just delicious. Anyway, when we get lost in the desert we'll be glad to have them with us."

"I keep telling you, we're not going to get lost in the desert."

"Hmm."

Hutch dumped the duffle bag and box but held onto the maps. He climbed in the passenger side and carefully opened one map as Starsky started the engine and drove towards the Metro building. Hutch folded the paper over and considered the route plotted out before him.

"I've been thinking about what you said, Starsky, and I think you're right. Someone always knows something they shouldn't so I'm wondering if we should take a different route."

Starsky glanced at him with a frown on his face.

"A different route than the I10? Like what?"

"Well, we could take the I10 as far as Quartzsite but after that we could head up Route 60 through the mountains via Wickenburg and drop down to Phoenix from the north."

"Mountains?" Starsky echoed faintly. "Hutch, if anyone's going to try anything, don't you think it will happen before we leave California? Once we're in Arizona, we'll probably be home free."

Hutch looked thoughtful and nodded his head slowly. "I guess…I was just thinking: if the Feds have managed to keep their plans secure, and it takes people a few hours to realise Woodfield's on the move, then the men that want him dead might not get chance to organise anything until we're well on our way."

"Hmm. I suppose. I still think they're more likely to try something while we're still in California."

"Well, okay, that given, maybe we should go really, really off the radar right from the start and take Route 62 cross country. We could still drop down to Quartzsite if we wanted and then travel Route 60…but we could avoid large towns all together and stay on the back roads completely."

"How much time would it add onto the journey?"

"That's the downside. Another three to four hours probably."

Starsky grimaced.

"I'll take a turn driving," Hutch offered. "I know it'll be a long drive but it might be safer."

"Not worried about the driving as much as the thought of being stuck in a car with Woodfield for nine hours. Five was pushing it. Nine. I might not be able to keep my hands off him!"

Hutch clasped Starsky's shoulder and said quietly, "Yeah, I know. I'm not looking forward to this assignment either."

They drove the rest of the way to work in silence, each of them thinking about the job ahead. When they arrived at the Metro building, Starsky pulled the car in around the back and found a parking space where he could safely leave the Torino overnight. Before they got out of the car, Starsky asked Hutch for the map and gave the suggested routes a long hard look.

All of a sudden, he turned to his partner, one finger stabbing at the map as he stated firmly, "Hutch! No! No way! We are not driving across something called Vulture Mountains! Are you crazy?"

Hutch rolled his eyes. "Doesn't mean we'll see vultures or that they will try to attack you, dummy! We'll be in a car. How are they going to get at you?"

"They go after things that are close to death though, don't they? Those mountains gotta be called Vulture Mountains for a reason! I don't care to find out why." All of a sudden, Starsky's voice dropped a little as he said, "What did I do to you? Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Hutch was about to joke that maybe he was looking for a new partner when some instinct stopped him. Starsky didn't appear to be playing around. He appeared to be really unnerved at the prospect of taking the mountain road.

Hutch reached out and placed his hand on Starsky's upper arm. "What's going on, Starsk? You've been acting oddly for days. You got something on your mind?"

Starsky flushed slightly. He made a big show of folding the map back up and handing it to his partner.

"I'm fine. Just don't fancy a mountain road trip. You know I hate the wilderness…even with a sea scout along to protect me. Hey, are there such things as mountain scouts? Get one of those to come along and I'll let you drive us wherever you like."

Hutch sighed but played along with Starsky's attempt at levity and the desire to change the subject. "I'll ask Dobey if he knows of one…Look, if you really don't want to go through the mountains, we'll stick to the I10. It was just a suggestion. Okay?"

Starsky looked relieved. "Okay, good. We'd better get inside and see if there are any last minute instructions from Dobey."

"Yeah, we better had."

As they walked into the building, Hutch vowed to himself that as soon as this assignment was over, he was going to pin Starsky down and find out what was on his mind. Now wasn't the time or place, but tomorrow night would be a good time. Hutch would take his partner to The Pits and not let him leave until Starsky had come clean.

The two of them headed up the stairs and towards Squad Room 519. They walked past the room and knocked on Dobey's office door, entering as soon as he bellowed admittance. A thin man in a grey suit was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the captain's desk. Starsky took up a position leaning against the wall, hanging onto Dobey's coat rack – something he'd done before when he wasn't happy with what was going on. Hutch settled himself on the vacant chair and looked at Dobey and the Federal agent expectantly.

"This is Agent Gower. He's here to deliver the vehicle to you and give you your last minute instructions," Dobey explained.

"Good afternoon, detectives. First of all, thank you for agreeing to transport Mr Woodfield out of State."

Starsky and Hutch exchanged bemused glances. To say it was novel to be thanked by the Feds for something was an understatement.

"When you get to Bay City Correctional Facility, you are to drive around to the secondary exit on the west of the facility. Agent Potts will meet you and oversee the handing over of Woodfield into your custody. I trust you have familiarised yourselves with our list of the safest places to stop along the way? Your Captain insists that you check in only with him and that he will then report to me." Gower didn't sound happy about the arrangement but then surprised everyone by adding, "I can understand his caution. I admit there have been mistakes made in the past by our department."

"Well, thank you for that," Dobey responded.

"That said; I must assure all of you that we have been very careful this time not to share information with anyone who doesn't need to know. The details of Woodfield's deal and his transfer have been kept a close-guarded secret. You shouldn't have any problems on your journey."

Starsky looked like he wanted to say, "He just had to say it, didn't he?" but, quite admirably, he kept the thought to himself, only telegraphing his feelings to Hutch, who gave him a wry smile.

Dobey spoke across the silent conversation: "May I have a moment alone with my two officers before you send them on their way?"

"Of course. I'll meet you both in the parking lot."

Gower nodded at Dobey and then left the room. Dobey sat back in his chair and regarded his two detectives thoughtfully.

"Do you have everything you think you need? I trust Sergeant Bigelow allocated you the items you wanted."

"Yes, sir. We're well prepared," Hutch replied.

"Good." Dobey opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a petty cash tin. He unlocked it and handed Hutch a hundred dollars and asked him to sign a slip for it. "I hope that will cover meals and fuel."

Hutch nodded and handed half of the money to Starsky. "Thank you, sir. We appreciate it."

"Yes, well, hmm, just don't forget the receipts…So I will expect to hear from you en-route and again this evening. Whatever time. I will be here." Dobey couldn't go with them but he could do his part to support them and keep them safe. "Any problems I will send help straightaway."

Starsky nodded his thanks.

Hutch said, "We've talked it over…" Hutch paused and looked at his partner before continuing, "We're planning on sticking to the I10 but if we get any inkling that someone knows what's taking place then we might use Route 62 or 60 for part of the journey."

"We're hoping it won't come to that," Starsky muttered.

"We'll do our best to get word to you if that happens."

"Make sure you do," Dobey advised.

"It might add a few hours to the journey if we have to use an alternate route. It might be quite late by the time we get to the facility in Phoenix so we can contact you at home if you prefer," Hutch offered.

Dobey shook his head. "I'll be here. Until you call to say you've delivered Woodfield and are safely settled in a motel for the night."

Both detectives nodded to acknowledge their captain's concern and loyalty.

"Well, I wish you a safe journey and I'll speak to you later. You'd better go catch up with Gower," Dobey said, dismissing them with a serious look that said 'Be careful.'

Both detectives nodded at their captain, acknowledging his concern, before leaving the office and heading down to the lot behind Metro. When Starsky saw Gower, he groaned. The agent was leaning up against a 1973 Ford Galaxie 500 Station Wagon. It was two toned – pale blue and beige – and quite possibly the most boring car Starsky had ever set eyes on.

"Oh no!"

Without even looking, Starsky could tell Hutch was laughing and enjoying his partner's sense of horror and outrage.

"Now, that's a class ride," Hutch said with glee.

Starsky mumbled a suitable reply for Hutch's ears only, which had his partner grinning even more broadly.

Agent Gower held out the keys. "Who's driving?"

Hutch was quick to reply with: "Oh my partner's the driver on the first leg."

Reluctantly, Starsky took the keys from Gower's outstretched hand. Hutch opened the trunk of the car and headed over to the Torino, calling over his shoulder to his partner: "Why don't you get acquainted with that beautiful girl while I transfer our belongings."

Starsky gave in to the situation and opened the driver's door and slipped into the seat. He adjusted it until it was comfortable and then turned the key in the engine. It started first time, despite his wish that the vehicle would fail so they would be forced to take his beloved Torino instead. Despite what Hutch thought, his car was a great ride and a joy to drive. His thoughts were interrupted by Gower.

"Well, I'd better be heading back to the Bureau. I hope you have a trouble free journey, detectives."

"Thanks," Starsky said.

He heard Hutch answering from behind the car and switched the engine off as he climbed out in order to help stow their luggage and supplies neatly in the space in the back of the car. There was plenty of room for all the paraphernalia they'd decided to bring with them…just in case of trouble. Starsky tried to stop the little shudder that ran through him at the thought of taking the road over Vulture Mountains. He sure hoped that they would be able to stay on the I10 all the way to Phoenix. Driving on those lonely, mountain roads for miles and miles didn't bear thinking about.

/\/\/\

Grumbling the entire way, Starsky put the station wagon through its paces and was quietly relieved that the engine at least seemed to be in good working order. It wasn't his idea of a great car to drive but it should make the thousand-mile round trip to Phoenix in one piece. The luggage space (designed with families in mind) meant that they had room for all the supplies they'd packed and he had to admit that the driver's seat was pretty comfortable. 'Course he'd never tell Hutch that. Not even under duress!

Within twenty minutes they were driving on the road down to the correctional facility. As they drew up outside the west side of the prison, they both noted the vehicle parked just inside the locked gate: a typical small, prison transportation bus. Starsky drew the car to a halt at one side of the road and they watched as a guard unlocked the gate and the vehicle slowly approached them. When it stopped, a guard and a man in a grey suit climbed out.

The two detectives exited their vehicle and cautiously approached the dark blue bus. The agent greeted them and they both recognised him from their file as Agent Potts. They shook hands with him and exchanged pleasantries. All at once, Starsky and Hutch realised that the guard was ushering not one, but two, men in blue overalls out of the van. They looked at each other in confusion.

"What's this about?" Starsky demanded. "One prisoner, we were told. Not two."

Agent Potts looked slightly apologetic as he explained, "My orders were changed at the last minute by the Warden. You're to deliver this man, Hatton, as well as Woodfield to the correctional facility outside Phoenix."

CJ Woodfield descended from the van and squinted up at the bright sunlight; he looked a lot smaller and frailer than when the two detectives had last seen him. The second man was his antithesis. He was tall - taller than Hutch even - and broad across the chest. He looked as if his handcuffs barely fit around his substantial wrists and that he could snap them in two with the flick of a finger.

Starsky's eyes widened. "What's he in for?"

"Aggravated assault."

Starsky exchanged looks with Hutch, who turned to the agent and said, "Look, I don't think the vehicle we've been assigned is suitable for transferring such a prisoner and, more to the point, we weren't told two prisoners. You'll have to clear it with our captain."

"The Warden's already done that and he was happy for you to proceed. My Bureau Chief has signed off on it too."

Starsky glanced at Hutch, eyes asking, "You believe him?"

Hutch gave an imperceptible shake of his head that no-one but Starsky would be able to interpret as: "Not sure."

Out loud, Hutch stated, "We aren't going anywhere until we see or hear some proof of that."

Potts grabbed a clipboard from the front of the bus and showed it to Hutch. "See. Here are the transfer papers signed by the Prison Warden and the Federal Bureau Chief."

Hutch checked the paperwork carefully and then looked at Starsky, using his eyes to indicate everything looked correct. Starsky gave a small nod back. Reluctantly, Hutch handed the clipboard back to Potts and took the handcuff keys he was being offered. The prison guard had already climbed back on board the bus and was waiting impatiently for the agent to join him.

"Well, I wish you a smooth ride," Potts said somewhat awkwardly.

He nodded at both men and headed back on board the bus. As the engine started up, Woodfield shuffled towards the car and paused, looking them up and down.

"Well, good day, gentlemen. If it isn't my least favourite detectives."

Woodfield may have grown frail but the loss of vitality hadn't diminished his arrogance at all. Starsky bit back his response, knowing it would only give the man pleasure to see him irritated.

Hutch opened the back door of the station wagon, saying, "Why don't you get comfortable, Woodfield, while I discuss our travel arrangements with my partner?"

They both looked at Hatton, who was standing looking up at the sky like a small child enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on his face. The two detectives exchanged uneasy glances.

Quietly, Hutch asked, "Where do you want to sit? Think we should have one of them in the back and one in the front? Or both in the back?"

"Both in the back, where we can keep an eye on them," Starsky was adamant. "You take first shift as watch dog, but I think we should change over regularly so we don't lose attention. I don't trust Woodfield as far as I can throw him and the big guy over there…well."

Hutch nodded. He went to the trunk of the car and collected a shotgun and a box of ammo from it, which he stowed in the passenger well.

"Just in case there's trouble from unexpected guests on the way," he explained.

Starsky nodded approval. "You get in and keep an eye on Woodfield. I'll go ask the big guy nicely if he'll get in the car."

Starsky picked his way across the stone-strewn, dusty road towards Hatton, warily looking out for any sign of aggression. He seemed peaceable enough.

"Hey, Hatton. It's time to go now."

The big man lowered his face and opened his eyes, blinking at Starsky in order to focus his eyes. He nodded slowly and started ambling towards the car.

"I'm Detective Starsky. My partner's Detective Hutchinson. Don't give us no trouble and we'll get along fine."

"No trouble," Hatton said calmly and quietly. His voice sounded as if words weren't something he used often.

"Why are you being sent to Phoenix?" Starsky wanted to know.

"Woodfield says go," was the reply.

Starsky's brow furrowed as he digested this piece of information. He opened the rear door of the car and helped Hatton slide in without banging his head. Hatton was so tall that his dark hair brushed the roof of the car. Starsky climbed into the driver's side and turned to look at Hutch. His partner was sat sideways in his seat so that he could keep an eye on Hatton, who was behind Starsky, and Woodfield, who was sat on his side of the vehicle.

Starsky jerked a thumb towards Hatton and said, "Big guy here says he's being transferred because of our dear friend there."

"Oh?"

Both detectives turned and stared at Woodfield, who smiled serenely back.

"I may have lost my business empire but I am still a rich man. I can make certain things happen even from a prison cell. Hatton, here, is my trusted helper, my protector. He's proved invaluable in keeping certain unsavoury types at arm's length. It seemed only logical to take him with me rather than train up someone new."

"You may be rich, but you're an idiot!" Starsky retorted.

"Now, now, detective. There's no need for name-calling. I can't see how it affects you having one more passenger."

Starsky looked like he was going to explode. Hutch calmed him with a look and his fingers gently pressing down the hand that was threatening to do damage to the arrogant man sat behind them.

"What my partner is trying to tell you, Woodfield, is that you may have put all our lives in danger with that seemingly insignificant decision. How many people know about Hatton's transfer? How many people has he told?"

Woodfield didn't look perturbed in the slightest. Hatton, on the other hand, looked confused.

"My friend here has no close family so he has told no-one. Only my lawyer knows of our arrangement and he is utterly devoted to me."

"I hope you're right about that," Hutch said. He looked at Starsky and they exchanged a few silent thoughts before Hutch suggested, "We'd better get going, partner."

Starsky nodded and turned the key to start the engine.

Woodfield coughed slightly and leaned forward, saying, "Before we get underway, how about removing our handcuffs? This is a most uncivilised way to travel."

Starsky shook his head. "No way!"

Hutch nodded agreement. "Sorry, but those cuffs are staying on. Behave yourselves and we may let you take them off when we stop for food."

Woodfield settled back in his seat. "As you wish…although I can tell you neither of us wishes you gentlemen harm. On the contrary, we are most grateful for you taking us to our new quarters in Phoenix. This is a far more civilised way to travel than on board a prison bus. Isn't that right, Hatton?"

"Yes, Mr Woodfield."

Starsky cast a look at Hutch, which his partner interpreted as disbelief.

"Well, we'll do our job and get you there in one piece if we can," Hutch stated. "Just keep quiet and let us do our jobs."

"Fine, fine."

Hutch could feel Starsky's level of alertness match his own as they pulled out onto the main route leading from prison outside Bay City and started heading towards the junction for the I10. Both of them were on the lookout for any sign of trouble. Starsky assessed the way ahead and the streets coming up beside them. Hutch watched the rear view and the interior of the car. Both of them knew this was going to be a long journey. They could only hope it would be trouble-free although both of them sincerely doubted it.

/\/\/\

Chapter Three

The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully and the two detectives began to relax a little. But only a little. Maybe, for once, the security around the operation was airtight and no-one (beyond the people who should) knew what was happening but they would still only believe it if they arrived in Phoenix without incident. As they passed by Palm Springs, Hutch took a moment to check their route on the map again.

"About half an hour and we'll come to Indio in the Coachello Valley. That might be a good place to stop and stretch our legs. What do you think, Starsky?"

Starsky glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Is that one of the designated stops?"

"Nope."

Starsky grinned. "Then that sounds perfect."

"You want to have a break from driving or are you okay?"

"I'm good for a couple more hours," Starsky replied. "Maybe after our next stop, we can do a swap?"

Hutch nodded and went back to keeping an eye on the road behind them. The scenery was quite spectacular with the San Jacinto Mountain rising ahead of them. There was a mixture of desert terrain and farmland as they travelled nearer to the city. About twenty-five minutes on, they started seeing signs advertising the City of Indio, its businesses and the Coachello Valley History Museum. On the outskirts of the city, they spotted a roadside dinner and pulled over.

"Do you want to check out the place, Hutch? I'll fill up first then, if you think it's okay, we can park round the back before we go inside."

Hutch nodded. Before he got out of the car, he turned to Woodfield and Hatton to advise them, "Don't try anything. My partner can shoot faster than you can move."

Woodfield huffed his annoyance. "I assure you, Detective Starsky, we're not going anywhere without your permission."

"See that you don't…and I'm Hutchinson. He's Starsky."

With that cleared up, both detectives got out of the station wagon. Hutch headed quickly towards the diner to have a look inside while Starsky stood by the pumps and watched as the attendant filled the car with gas. When the tank was full, he paid the man with the right number of bills and asked for a receipt. Hutch came back and told his partner that the place looked safe and clean. As soon as the attendant had given Starsky his receipt, the both climbed back into the vehicle and moved it to a spot just out of sight of the main road.

Hutch turned to the prisoners in the back and spoke firmly, "We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves if we can help it so we will remove your handcuffs while we go inside the diner. You can both have bathroom break and then we'll order drinks. Half an hour and then we'll get going again. Understood?"

"Perfectly clear, thank you," Woodfield assured him and Hatton nodded.

Hutch undid Hatton's cuffs while Starsky unlocked Woodfield's. Both men rubbed their wrists and sighed with relief before getting out of the car. There was no getting away from the fact that they were both wearing blue overalls, but at a pinch they looked like something workmen might wear. Hutch hoped it wasn't too obvious the men were prisoners. Hutch locked the shotgun back in the trunk and collected a map to take in with them.

The four of them made their way into the diner and picked a booth near the door. Hutch accompanied first Woodfield and then Hatton to the restroom while Starsky sat on guard when each man was sat in the booth. The waitress came over and took their orders for coffees and Starsky asked for a slice of apple pie. Hatton looked so hopeful, Starsky took pity on him and ordered one for him as well. With reluctance, he asked Woodfield if he wanted anything.

"Thank you, Mr Starsky, most kind. My dear, what kind of muffins do you have?"

"Blueberry or apple cinnamon, hon."

"Apple cinnamon then. Thank you, my dear."

Hutch nodded to Starsky indicating that he was going to use the restroom and his partner nodded back.

"That everything?" the waitress asked, before she went to fulfil their order.

"One blueberry muffin as well," Starsky said with a friendly smile.

The waitress hurried off to get their drinks. By the time Hutch returned, the waitress was just pouring their coffees. Starsky paid Dotty, for that was her name, and asked her for a receipt. As he sat down at the table, Hutch noticed a blueberry muffin had been put in front of his seat. He raised an eyebrow at Starsky, who was now digging into his apple pie with gusto.

"What's this?"

"A blueberry muffin…Don't say you're not interested. You know you want it!" Hutch went to protest but Starsky cut him off, "You need to eat, partner. If you get hungry, you won't concentrate so well. We need to keep our wits about us. 'Sides it's healthy, it's got fruit in it."

The muffin did smell good and Hutch decided to give in graciously for once rather than arguing with his partner and telling him how much sugar the muffin also had in it. Dotty came back with a receipt and Starsky carefully folded it and placed it in his wallet.

"Careful, partner. Too many proper receipts will give Dobey a shock he might not recover from!" Hutch teased.

"Ha ha!"

As soon as Starsky finished his pie, he excused himself to go and use the restroom while the others were finishing their drinks. Hutch took the opportunity to take another good look at the map and check the alternate routes coming up, just in case they were needed. He sensed Starsky's approach, even before he felt the hand on his shoulder.

"All right, partner? Ready to get going?"

Hutch nodded and folded the map back up. Starsky sent Hatton out ahead of him and Hutch walked behind Woodfield as far as the car, where they proceeded again to put handcuffs on both men. Once everyone was settled back in the car, Starsky started the engine and steered the car back onto the I10 in the direction of Phoenix.

"Only another two hundred and forty five miles to go," Starsky observed. "Where are we going to make our next stop?"

"Well, the Feds suggested Quartzsite but I thought maybe we'd stop at Ehrenberg, on the Colorado River just into Arizona, and report into Dobey from there. It's before Quartzsite and only about ninety minutes on from here. There's not much conveniently placed straight after Quartzsite. Not that I can see, anyway."

"Okay, let's see how we get on. We can make a decision when we get near Ehrenberg."

By now, they were beginning to be able to see the edge of the Joshua Tree National Park and signs inviting travellers to take a break at one of the camping grounds within.

"You know, we should come out this way sometime," Hutch said wistfully. "I bet camping out here would be great. Right out in the wilderness in all its glory. How about it, partner? Next vacation?"

Starsky grunted a non-committal, "Maybe."

Hutch sighed and tried not to look too disappointed.

Starsky glanced at his partner and said quietly, "All right…If we survive this trip, I'll let you drag me back here. It does look kinda spectacular."

He was rewarded by a brilliant smile. Then they both got back to the serious business of watching their companions and the road.

/\/\/\

When they made their brief pit stop at Ehrenberg, they reported in to Dobey, who was very relieved to hear from them. Hutch let him know that they were still on the I10 and all was going well and gave his captain an estimated time of arrival at Phoenix, which included time for them to stop for a meal. Hutch mentioned their extra prisoner and was alarmed, but somehow unsurprised, to find that Dobey knew nothing about Hatton being added to the transfer list. The captain advised them to take every precaution and check in again at the meal break.

Before they set off again, Hutch quietly filled his partner in on what Dobey had said.

"That figures," Starsky muttered. "Something's definitely off about the Warden allowing that. We'd better stay alert, pal."

Hutch nodded. "You want me to drive for a bit?"

Starsky decided he was okay with staying behind the steering wheel for a while longer and, knowing how much his partner loved to drive, Hutch didn't argue.

They had left Ehrenberg behind and were nearly at Quartzsite when the trouble they were half expecting hit.

"Starsk. I think we might have company."

Hutch's voice was soft as he gave his warning. He shifted in his seat, winding down his window and placing the shotgun across his lap while Starsky peered into the rear-view mirror and noted the four-door, dark blue sedan that had appeared in its reflection and that seemed determined to catch up with them. It looked a Cadillac from the shape.

"I see it. What's our plan?"

"If they look like they're gonna make a move, I'll try and shoot out their tyres."

Starsky spoke to the men sitting in the back. "If we say 'down', hunker down. Unless you want to get hit by a bullet."

Before Woodfield could open his mouth to protest, Hatton grabbed him around the shoulders and shoved him down out of sight of the windows. He lowered his large frame as much as he could until he was partially covering Woodfield and had his own head out of any danger.

Hutch shouted a warning, "Here they come!"

There was the sound of breaking glass as one bullet hit the back window. It was quickly followed by more bullets making holes in the bodywork of the car. Starsky tried to hold the car steady as Hutch lent out of the window and took aim. His first two shots missed, hitting the road and causing chips of asphalt to fly up but his third shot found its target. The tyre blew and the car skidded to the side of the road.

"Good shooting, partner, although it won't take 'em long to change tyres and try again," Starsky observed.

"No, it won't," Hutch agreed as he safely settled himself in the passenger seat again. "You can sit up again," he said to Woodfield and Hatton. "You both okay?" He briefly did a visual inspection of both prisoners. When they appeared to be unharmed, he turned his attention back to his partner. "Think we've got no choice now, pal. Drive us as far ahead on this road as you can get us and then turn off at the junction for Route 60 to Vicksburg and Salome. Hopefully by the time they realise we aren't on the I10 anymore, we'll be well ahead and it will be too far for them to catch up."

"Won't they just call ahead and look for us when we get onto Route 62 between Wickenburg and Phoenix?"

"Yeah…Been thinking maybe we turn off at Aguila and go over the mountain road and down to re-join the I10 for the last couple of miles before Phoenix. They won't expect that."

Starsky swallowed hard. "The mountain road. Over Vulture Mountains, you mean?"

"Yeah. Over Vulture Mountains."

Starsky's hands tightened on the steering wheel but he nodded his head none-the-less and said, "Whatever you think's best, partner. I trust your judgement."

"Okay."

In the back of the car, Woodfield and Hatton exchanged looks but didn't say anything. Starsky kept the car travelling as fast as he dared and very soon the junction to Route 60 came into view. Shortly after, the station wagon was making its way along the route towards Vicksburg, which would then take them through the Harquahala Mountain range and then on to Aguila and Vulture Mountains.

/\/\/\

Dobey put the phone down and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just after five pm. Detective Hutchinson had reported that the journey had been trouble free so far but Dobey was alarmed to learn that his detectives were now transporting an extra prisoner. As he told Hutch, he had not given his approval of the transfer. He hadn't even been asked his opinion. He was very concerned to hear from Hutchinson that Woodfield himself seemed to have had the power to arrange it. Was there no end to the man's reach?

Dobey picked up the phone and dialled the number he had been given by Agent Gower. He was put through to the man's secretary and left a message saying only that his men had checked in and all was well but asking Gower to call as he had something to discuss with him. Dobey finished off the report he had been compiling for the monthly briefing with the Chief of Detectives, Chief Ryan, and then glanced at the clock.

Five thirty.

His men should reach the prison in Phoenix by eight pm, even with a stop for food. He could get his calls transferred to his home and join his family for an early dinner for once. It would be nice to eat with his children and spend time with Edith. Dobey dismissed the idea as quickly as he had thought of it. Something in his gut was telling him that there would be trouble before the night was over and he wanted to be where he could provide support to his men as quickly as possible.

He dialled his home number and waited patiently for his wife to answer.

"Edith, it's me."

"Harold. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, everything's fine," he quickly reassured her. "But I have two men out on assignment and feel I ought to stay here until they report in to tell me they've arrived safely."

"Dave and Ken?"

"How did you know?" Dobey was genuinely surprised by his wife's insight.

Edith laughed sweetly before she answered, "Because I know you and your voice and I know when you're worried about those boys."

"Yes, well. Anyway, I'm sorry to miss dinner. I hope to be home nine, nine thirty at the latest. If anything changes, I will ring you."

"Make sure you do and don't forget to eat, honey. Look after yourself."

"I will. See you later."

"I'll be waiting and I'll pray for the Lord to keep an eye on Dave and Ken."

"Thank you, my dear. Goodbye."

Dobey smiled as he put the phone down. He knew he was blessed to be married to the most understanding and kind woman in the world. He heaved himself out of his chair. He would go and grab a sandwich and a coffee and then return to his vigil. He would also send a petition heavenward that his boys were kept from harm.

/\/\/\

They were just on the outskirts of Aguila when Hutch spotted the dark blue sedan again. It was slowly gaining ground, shortening the distance between them.

"Our friends are back," Hutch announced.

"What do ya wanna do?" Starsky asked.

"Think we should find a place to take a stand. What do you think?"

"Yeah, maybe…else they're just going to keep coming after us. I'll see if I can find a good place with some solid cover."

Starsky kept his foot on the gas pedal as he quickly searched for a suitable place to stop. He found it in the form of a disused junk yard. Swiftly spinning the car to the left, he crossed the carriageway and pulled into the yard. He drove through the piles of broken cars towards the old rusty cabin that had once been a makeshift office. Screeching to a halt, he leapt out and broke the door open with a kick while Hutch helped Woodfield out of the car. Hatton realised what the two detectives intended and grabbed Woodfield and hurried him through the door into the cabin.

"Stay low. We'll be back for ya," Starsky shouted as he dove back into the car.

Hutch was still closing the car door as Starsky turned the vehicle around and drove back towards the entrance to the yard. Starsky spun the car sideways just as the car, a Cadillac 'Sedan Deville' Starsky's brain just had time to register, hurtled across the highway and came towards them, guns blazing. Two cars, that happened to be passing by, quickly sped up to avoid what was happening. Starsky hoped they'd report the incident at the sheriff's office in Aguila.

As the station wagon came to a stop, Hutch flung the car door open and propelled himself out and onto the ground as quickly as he could so that Starsky could follow him out of the passenger side. The two of them wriggled across the ground and took shelter behind a pile of rusty chassis. They took stock of where their enemies' shots were coming from and then rose up to return fire. Starsky hit one man high in the shoulder. He went down with a yelp of pain and one of his compatriots dragged him back under cover.

Hutch reloaded his shotgun as the two of them agreed a plan in whispered words. One of them would try to manoeuvre to the side of the group while the other one kept them busy. There was more cover on Hutch's side so he crawled and ran between junk piles while Starsky kept the group engaged with shots. As soon as Hutch was in position, he popped up from behind an oil barrel and fired, hitting one man in the leg. Starsky then moved up, firing as he went. Suddenly it was over. The two uninjured men surrendered, having realised that they were caught between the two detectives and likely to end up wounded like their friends.

"I'll keep an eye on them while you get something to tie them up with," Starsky said.

Hutch hurried to the station wagon and pulled some coils of rope from the trunk. He cut them into suitable lengths and tied the men's hands and feet.

"I'm sure the local police are on the way," Hutch said. "I expect those cars that went by will have reported gunfire to the county sheriff at Aguila. They'll be here soon to arrest you and see to your injuries."

"Won't help you though, pig," one man snarled. "There are more than just us out looking for Woodfield. And I reckon the local sheriff might take his time getting here, if he knows what's good for him. You're going to need nine lives to make it to Phoenix."

Hutch exchanged worried glances with Starsky. Without speaking, they climbed back into the car and went to collect Woodfield and Hatton. Once everyone was safely back in the station wagon, Starsky sped out of the junkyard and along the highway once more.

Abruptly, Hutch ordered, "Starsky, turn right ahead."

"What?"

"Turn right."

"What? Where?"

"There!"

Hutch pointed at a small road ahead on the right. If they'd have been going any faster they would have missed it entirely. Muttering under his breath, Starsky twisted the wheel and turned the station wagon onto a road that was little more than a track. They passed a faded sign that said, 'Harquahala Peak Observatory'. It was hanging askew. Clearly the observatory wasn't still used.

"Hutch? Where are you taking us?" Starsky demanded as he slowed the speed of the car and gingerly drove up the bumpy track.

"This is the Harquahala Mountain Peak Road. It will eventually bring us down to join the I10. I figure whoever's looking for us now will think we're headed towards Wickenburg and Route 60. We can go this way and no-one will find us."

Starsky glanced quickly at his partner. "I don't like the sound of that!" He turned his attention back to the road, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel. "I don't like the look of this road. The station wagon's not built for this terrain! I think I'd rather take my chances on Route 60. This is barely even a road, Hutch!"

"Well, it's bumpy but it will get us to where we want to be…and we won't have to go through Vulture Mountains, which should make you happy."

Starsky made a non-committal grunting noise.

Woodfield chipped in: "This is madness! Anything could happen on a road like this. What if we get a flat? I insist you go back to the main highway!"

"Shut up, Woodfield!" both detectives said at the same time. They couldn't help smirking at each other before returning their attention to the road ahead and behind.

"How long is it going to climb like this?" Starsky asked as the track began to ascend the mountain range.

Hutch consulted the map. "About five miles to the summit and then five miles down the other side."

Woodfield and Hatton exchanged looks. Starsky swallowed but didn't say anything. He was too busy trying to keep the car in the middle of what was a very narrow strip of flattish ground. Who knew what would happen if they met another vehicle? There didn't seem to be any passing places. In fact, the terrain seemed to getting steeper on both sides. Starsky began to feel slightly nauseous and gripped the steering wheel tighter.

Hutch glanced over and noticed his friend's white knuckles and pale face.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked softly.

Starsky stayed quiet for a moment and then shook his head slightly. He pressed the brake pedal and slowed the car to a stop.

"I don't feel so good. I feel like the car's going to go over the edge."

Hutch understood. Starsky's fear of heights was something he normally refused to give into, but there were occasions when his partner succumbed. This was obviously one of those times.

"Oh. Let's swap places. I'll drive for a while."

Starsky didn't know which would make him feel worse: not having control over his own fate on this horribly dangerous road or continuing to look at the drop either side of the car. Slightly reluctantly, he nodded at Hutch and carefully opened the car door. He eased his way out and slid along the chassis around the back of the car and into the passenger side while Hutch walked around the front and got in on the driver's side. It was a relief to Starsky to be able to sit sideways and not look at the drop anymore.

"Put your seatbelt on, Starsky," Hutch advised, as he did up his own belt and then started the engine.

"Can't. Makes it too hard to sit sideways and keep watch out the back," Starsky responded.

"Put it on anyway."

Rolling his eyes at Hutch's mother hen routine, Starsky nevertheless did as he was told and strapped himself in, although he had to keep the belt extended to be able to sit sideways and keep an eye on the occupants in the rear of the car.

"So where does this road come out? How far from Phoenix?"

"Why don't you check the map but I seem to recall it comes out near a place called Buckeye."

"Buckeye? That's the name of a tree, isn't it?"

"Yeah, horse chestnut, I think. Isn't Ohio known as the Buckeye State?"

"I have no idea!"

Hatton, who so far had been less than vocal, suddenly surprised everyone by confirming that indeed Ohio was the Buckeye State and that he'd been born in a small town called Amanda, west of Lancaster, Ohio.

"Going to go back there one day," he said wistfully and then turned to gaze out of the window.

Starsky looked at his partner to get his reaction but quickly realised that Hutch was now the one with the white knuckles. The road was terrible and Hutch was concentrating hard to keep the car travelling at a steady and safe pace. He kept quiet, feeling extremely grateful for the first time in his life to not be the one doing the driving. The road rose steadily amidst boulders and a few areas of brush. The odd cottonwood tree hugged the side of the mountain, but not much else seemed to be growing. It was a pretty desolate place.

After an hour and a half, Starsky could see his partner was sweating - from concentration not the heat. It was warm but the air conditioning unit was coping pretty well and Starsky was thankful that the Feds had sprung for a car model with air con. He was about to suggest that they take a break and maybe swap over again when the road finally levelled out and Hutch brought the car to a stop.

"Oh wow." Hutch gave a small whistle.

Intrigued, Starsky turned to look out of the window and was rewarded by the most spectacular view he had ever seen. Wow was right. They were surrounded by peaks. The Vulture Mountains lay behind and to the left of them; the Harquahala Mountains to their right and the Big Horn Mountains and the valley leading to Phoenix was ahead of them.

"Beautiful."

"I'm going to stretch my legs," Hutch announced and opened the door, letting in wall of heat. Undeterred, he stepped out and stretched out his back and legs.

Starsky hesitated and then climbed out to join his partner. He took his jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Hutch did the same.

"I didn't think it would be so hot up here! It's hotter than the desert!"

"Thin air," Hutch commented.

Starsky made a harrumphing noise, before asking, "Want me to drive the next leg?"

"No, I'm all right. Don't think you'll like the drop on the way down. When we get near the road to Buckeye, we can swap over…maybe stop at Buckeye and get some food as well."

Starsky nodded agreement.

Hutch stared at the view for a moment and then said, "We'd better get going again."

"Yeah."

The two of them climbed back in and Starsky took Hutch's jacket from him and placed it on the floor with his. They were both feeling too hot to put them back on right now.

Hutch started the engine and nursed the car back up to the speed that was safe for their descent. It had taken nearly two hours to climb to the summit, it would be around the same going down. After about an hour, Woodfield asked how long it would take to get to Phoenix once they re-joined the interstate near Buckeye. Starsky unfolded a map to calculate the distance and Hutch found his attention taken with a particularly bumpy piece of mountain road.

Without warning, they both found themselves being attacked. Starsky was hit by something hard on the side of the head and Hutch found a large pair of hands choking his windpipe.

Dazed for just about a second, Starsky couldn't help wondering how Woodfield had been able to conceal something he'd picked up in the junk yard. Aware of the danger they were all in, he shook his head and went to punch Woodfield to prevent him from striking again so that he could help his partner, who was gasping for air. Hutch was trying to hold the steering wheel with one hand, dislodge Hatton's hands with the other and brake with his foot at the same time.

Abruptly, he lost control of the car and it tipped over the side of the mountain, skidding over shale and starting to pick up momentum. It bounced off a large boulder and spun to the side. The occupants of the station wagon were all thrown against the sides of the car and Hatton had no choice but to release his grip on Hutch's throat. The ground dropped away and the car tipped down at a sixty-five degree angle before flipping end over end. Hutch just had time to think, "Not again!" before everything went black.

/\/\/\

A/N Chapters 4 to the end will be posted in the next couple of days! Thanks to so many people for the help with I10 descriptions. Huge thanks to Hummina for being my sounding board and trying to catch all my Britishisms. Any mistakes are my own. Sorry about the UK spelling but that's just how I roll.