Certain sedatives never worked well with Kenneth Hutchinson, and the one the doctor had given him apparently was one and combined with the earlier concussion, he had problems coming out of it and began experiencing flashbacks.

Francine, growing impatient, had pulled his jacket, shirt and tie and was now admiring and stroking his bare chest, approving of his hairless state. "Never liked hairy," she muttered. She put some honey on her lips and his. "Make it all sweeter, lover."

Ken felt the strokes on his chest and the touch of her lips. "Vanessa?" he thought to himself. His ex-wife also possessed dark hair, brown eyes and a cold beauty like Francine.

"Don't be scared," Vanessa had told him on their honeymoon. "I am experienced for the both of us, my beautiful eye candy. Handsome, rich, athletic, all I could wish for." She reached for some neckties.

"Don't tie me again," Ken had begged her.

Francine could feel his anxiety and could tell he was still suffering the effects of the sedative.

"Relax. I gave you a Quaalude, baby. To help you relax. I like being in control. I will teach you how to please me. I can make you incredibly happy," Vanessa had cooed to him.

"No," he had objected. "Not like this." Ken was relieving the past in flashbacks; horrified Vanessa had drugged him into a submissive state.

"How does it feel to have a woman in control?" She smiled. "My poor innocent, now that we are married, I can be myself. No more clinging Nancy. No nice and submissive Nancy. Vanessa. You will always call me Vanessa."

"Vanessa," he had murmured to her.

"That's a good little husband. You have a beautiful, charming, sophisticated wife. Everyone will watch us and be envious of our beauty. You will be guided by me. I am four years older, remember? Wiser. You appreciate me and always buy me whatever I fancy. Right now, darling, I fancy you."

Ken couldn't fight her. He was frightened at the change in her. His eyes were heavy.

Francine murmured, "Don't worry; I won't hurt you. You are different from my other conquests. I will be good to you."

Ken could feel her hands all over his body and she lifted the covers and slipped in. After several minutes, she shifted off him, purring contently.

Still drowsy, Ken could see through the slits of his eyes her smile as she stoked his hair and her face and leaned in to capture his lips. "I never liked any blonds before you. For you I will make an exception. You rest. I may hate it, but your sister will live because of you. A good tradeoff for me; I am coming out ahead. And next time will be even better; you will be more alert."

Ken saw her dressing, bending over to give him another passionate kiss before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Minutes later, loud voices disturbed him. The voices appeared to be coming from another room.

"What have you done!"

"Only what you deserve!"

"These pictures. When did you take them?"

"Today!"

"Who are they?"

"Can't you tell? Look at the girl first."

"Lena. Lena when younger. Who is the young man?"

"Her brother."

"I've seen Lena's brothers. They look nothing like her."

"No of course not!" Loud laughter. "The girl is Lena's daughter. The young man is Lena's son."

"Lena is dead. She never had children."

"So you thought. But I found out differently." Again, the wild laughter.

"Lena's children. My children. Where are they?"

"Your son and I have been having quite a lovely time."

"What?" Hans pushed past her and stood gazing down at Ken, stunned. He checked to see that he was breathing and pushed a blond lock from his forehead. He spotted a pill bottle. "You drugged him?"

"Well, he needed a little encouragement. Not much, though. His sister's life depended on him agreeing to become my lover."

A brief struggle. "I'll kill you for this, Francine."

"Then Little Lena will die! Just like my son, Jed!" Francine spat out. "I did you a favor, Hans! You would never have known about your children and would be responsible for their deaths if not for me!"

"What?"

"Both are police officers! Detective Kenneth Hutchinson, Bay City Police Department, and Officer Marcillena Hutchinson of Duluth PD! Isn't that a riot? Your children are officers of the law!"

"They are my children! My only children! You seduced my son by threatening to kill my daughter?"

"Brilliant, isn't it? Oh, relax, otherwise your daughter would already be dead. She is only alive because your son is so beautiful."

"You don't deserve to live, Francine." His voice was as cold as a northern blizzard.

"Before you kill me, let me tell you I have left instructions to be sent to all your enemies about your children if I am killed. I would get the last laugh, Hans."

"What do you want?"

"Let me leave with your son, Hans, I'll take good care of him."

"No."

"Then you let me walk away."

"I want to see my daughter."

Francine reached for the phone.

In the other building, after Ben calling for backup as they secured Francine's men, Starsky snatched the phone. "Hello?"

"Detective Starsky, how good to hear your voice!"

"Where's Hutch?" Starsky demanded loudly.

"If you are there, you must have found darling Mickey. I want to talk to her."

"Not before I talk to Hutch."

"You bore me, Detective."

Mickey snatched the phone from Starsky. "Give me the phone! Hello?"

"Hello, darling. I trust you are still unharmed."

"Francine? Where is Kenny?"

"Resting comfortably, darling. See? She is fine."

"Kenny? Where are you? Kenny, it's all right, Starsky and Big Ben are here; I'm fine."

"My house on Windsor and Queens." The phone clicked off. Triumphantly, Francine stared at her companion.

"If you stay, Hans, your children will hate you. HATE you."

Hans stared at her. "Get out. Consider yourself lucky you're still alive." Hans abruptly dismissed Francine