Chapter 2

The sun came in through the window, shining on Hutch's face. He held his hand to cover his eyes. Sitting up, he ran his hand down his tired face. He stood up and went to check on his partner. Starsky was sleeping soundly. The detective looked towards the closet, thinking he had left his jogging suit. Rummaging throughout the clothes, he found it and put it on quickly, not wanting to wake Starsky.

In the living room, he found the keys on the table. He left quickly and locked the door.

He bent down to tie his shoe, then began his jog. The morning was quiet, the sun was rising, and a chill was in the air. A car drove by. The driver, a forty-something male with pale skin and red hair, watched the blond jogger until he turned the corner. Then he pulled into Starsky's driveway and waited. Another man, tall and bulky with straight black hair and a beard, walked to the car with Starsky. The detective appeared drugged and beaten.

A neighbor saw Starsky and waved. "Are you okay, Starsky?"

The dark-haired man continued to get the detective into the car. "He's feeling sick, so I'm taking him to the doctor." The neighbor waved. "Take care, Starsky." The car drove off. The neighbor woman's face held a puzzled look.

Forty Minutes Later:

Hutch jogged up to the scene at Starsky's house. Police cars were parked in the driveway. He got closer. "Where's my partner?"

The neighbor moved close to Hutch. "I saw two men take Starsky away in a car. He didn't look well." One of them said they were taking him to the doctor. I'm worried, Hutch."

The officer looked at the blond detective. "Detective Hutchinson, we have a description of the men who took your partner." One of the officers handed his report to Hutch. "Did you have these men take your partner to the doctor?"

Hutch pinched his fingers between his eyes. "No," he said as he scanned the report.

The officer raised his hand toward the woman. "Anna gave us the license plate number."

Hutch embraced Anna. "Thanks for thinking fast." While Hutch embraced Anna, she looked up at the tall blond detective and pleaded, "Oh, Hutch, you'll find him. I know you will."

His blue eyes became intense. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm on my way to see a man who can help me." He got into his brown sedan and drove off.

Hutch pulled up in front of The Pitts. The detective walked quickly and opened the door.

Huggy noticed the distressed look on his blond friend's face. The tall, lean black man motioned to his dear friend, pointing toward the back table.

They sat down in the private comer.

"Hutch, what's up, dude?"

Huggy, two men snatched Starsky from his house this morning."

In a concerned voice, Huggy said. "Man, that's bad. Starsky is still weak from his car accident."

Hutch picked up the salt, as he held the glass shaker, he looked at Huggy. Have you seen a man with red hair and pale skin?" Another man with long black hair and a beard, bulky build. Driving a 1975 green Camaro. "

Huggy raised his eyes. He thought, "No, man, but I will keep my eyes and ears open."

The detective became despondent and dropped his hand on the table, whispering, "Where's my partner?"

"Let me get you a beer, Blondie."

"Thanks Hug, but I have to get back to the station."

"Okay, Hutch. The Bear is on it." Hutch grabbed Huggy's shoulder. Starsky's life depends on it."