Author's Note: I apologize for this being longer than I had intended. I still am not sure if I have thrown too much information. Any reviews are appreciated. And I should have said earlier, I have no idea if the method employed by Mickey to help Ken realize he was dying would work. I am not going to pin down times and years, but I don't think much was known about anorexia then. I promise to wrap up soon and I hope I don't disappoint.

The wonderful breakfast that Joshua had fixed was enjoyed by the four men and the talk stayed neutral, a silent agreement to table any work discussion. Ken, eating more than he had in days, was the first to leave to shower and dress.

Joshua, Starsky and Dobey were silent for a few minutes, finishing up the breakfast. "Will he be okay?" Joshua asked.

"He will be as long as he keeps his mind on the case. He's very analytical. Always has been." Dobey answered.

"He wants to see Mickey and Jed's files," Starsky reminded Dobey.

"McCallum has given you two special permission. We will all go check them out first."

As Joshua left to check on Mickey; Dobey, Starsky and brother Ken made their way to the Duluth Police Department.

Introductions were not needed, and Hutch was greeted warmly. "Ken. Nice to meet you," and his hand was shaken warmly by the staff and other officers. Duluth had not forgotten its hometown baseball hero. Starsky and Dobey smiled politely as they watched for any uneasiness but did not see any. Mickey may not have started off as a favorite, but only respect for Duluth's first female officer was expressed by the officers.

McCallum made sure the three had a closed office to view the files. Mickey's notes were logical and in order, crisp, clear. Jed's notes were brief and clipped. Nothing in either appeared to indicate any conspiracy or thoughts of one in the department or surrounding community. Mickey's and Jed's first bust, a typical prostitution ring. Two robberies solved. Names of suspected drug dealers, pimps. Possible informants. And the usual tickets for speeding, uninsured drivers. Drunk drivers arrest records. Case notes for each court appearance.

Jed's ended after he was fatally shot in an armed robbery gone bad.

Mickey's notes about the robbery contained more emotion than her others. The silent alarm. The positions she and Jed took; backup arriving. The number of expected robbers that had been reported as two. Jed had shot Ted Olsen, wounding him and cuffing him as Mickey chased and pursued Melvin Coffman, shooting him in the leg and cuffing him. Routine until a third hidden robber, Gerald Gordon, surprised both officers, hitting Jed twice before Mickey could bring him down. The backup also had been taken by surprise as the clerks had reported only two men and the backup officers arrested the getaway driver. Jed was unconscious in the ambulance and had died on the operating table without any last words. The conclusion by the police board was no fault by any of the officers involved in the incident.

Hutch slapped the folders down in frustration, rubbing his forehead as Starsky put a supportive hand on Hutch's right shoulder. "Starsky, didn't you tell me Mickey said Jed mentioned the name Wilson?"

"Yeah."

"It's not in the report." Hutch paced around the room, arms crossed, frowning.

"You want me to give these back to McCallum?" Dobey asked.

Both nodded.

Starsky stepped in front of Hutch to stop his pacing and pulled him into a hug. "It's like, it's like Mickey isn't here." Hutch murmured.

Starsky didn't understand but tightened the hug.

"Wait," Hutch said, pulling back. "Of course. She wouldn't keep her concerns in the official report. Either that, or someone's done some editing of her files. No, she wouldn't leave information like that around. She never fully trusted a lot of the officers here."

"Where are you going?" Starsky asked.

"To Ingrid's. That's where we will find the answers."

Captain Dobey joined them. "Do you want me to go with you?"

Hutch turned. "Captain, did you get any information about Mickey's last undercover operation?"

"No."

"Please ask again."

"I will talk to Ian and Red; after that, I'm flying back to Bay City. You two let me know if I can help you with anything." Dobey gave each a brief pat on their shoulders but finished gruffly. "Sounds like this sister of yours is fond of private parties. And you two know how I hate private parties. Don't get any ideas of your own that puts my two favorite detectives in danger."

"Aw, Cap, I didn't know you cared," Starsky couldn't resist teasing.

"Who says I do? I just don't need to hire any new personnel," Dobey barked. "Keeping you two out of trouble is a full-time job."

"I tell you, that man can't live without us," Starsky chuckled, but Hutch was no longer smiling.

TBC