Joe was swearing under his breath as he knocked and entered Moreno's office. "Sal almost caught me!" he gasped.

Moreno looked up from his paperwork and frowned. "Did he see the kid?"

"I don't think so. He just said he was looking for me. I said you sent me on an errand."

"Calm down." Moreno picked up the phone and spoke to one of his most trusted men, big Frank Menendez, aka Hercules. "Yes, I want you to keep Sal busy and away from here. I don't want him around now." After he hung up the phone, he looked at Joe.

"Since that kid – Ken, you called him, has seen you, you will go and tell him that Dobey requested he be moved to a safe house for his protection. See if he reacts and has any idea of why he would be in danger. Bring him food and water and be nice to him."

"But, boss I . . . I mean I . . . " Joe stuttered.

Morales frowned at him. "I know you can't do this alone. I will send Dr. Blackwell with you so he can check on the kid and give me his opinion. Dr. Blackwell will do most of the talking."

Joe nodded nervously and left.

Moreno picked up a photograph from his top desk drawer and stared at the picture of a blond teenager. The boy was smiling, blue eyes seeming to sparkle. Moreno studied the photo with a sad expression.

"Mr. Moreno?" Starsky stood in the doorway. "You sent for me?"

Moreno dropped the picture on his desk. "Yes, Starsky, I want you to check the final details of the shipment coming. See if there are any loose ends to tie up. Then report back to me."

Starsky nodded and left, but not without noticing that Moreno seemed startled and wondered if it had anything to do with the picture he dropped.

Moreno picked up the picture with a sigh, noticing breaks in the glass frame. "I'm so sorry, Kevin."

A couple of hours later, Dr. Blackwell, a small and thin man with graying hair and black framed glasses, walked with Joe to Ken's room. Moreno said, "Give me five minutes to get behind the two-way mirror and then go in."

Joe had sandwiches, chips, soda and water in his tray. "Yes . . . yes, Sir." After five minutes, Joe pushed the door open, and both entered. Joe closed the door quietly and Dr. Blackwell stood by the bed, staring at Ken, with a startled expression on his face.

Ken was tossing back and forth, and he moaned, blinking as he cautiously opened his blue eyes. He focused on the two men with a start, and Joe, taking a deep breath, stepped forward. "Hi, are you feeling better, Ken?"

Ken glanced around him, confused. "I thought I was being taken to the Dobeys."

"Oh, you were, don't you remember? But Dobey changed his mind and ordered me to take you to this safe house. You will be safe here and this is Dr. Robert Blackwell, he will check you out. I put food and drinks over on the dresser. Thought you might be hungry."

Ken looked at the dresser and then back at Joe and moaned. "No, I don't remember, another memory gone. Will I ever get my memories back?" He sighed deeply as he sat up, propped against the pillows.

Dr. Blackwell smiled kindly and patted Ken on his right arm. "Don't worry, son, I'm sure you will remember everything in a few days. Have you remembered anything else since being in the hospital?"

"No!" Ken pounded the bed in frustration. "I don't know who I am, what happened, or even my last name! I don't know why I need to be here for protection!"

Dr. Blackwell exchanged a concerned glance with Joe.

"It's not good if we tell you what we know. It is better for you to remember on your own. You need to stay in this area. The bathroom is on the right, and a small shelf with books on the left. Anything you need, we will get you."

"I need to get my memories back!" Ken exploded, pounding the bed. "I don't want to just sit around here." He rubbed his forehead, his headache coming back with vengeance.

"You need to calm down, anger won't do you any good." Dr. Blackwell soothed. "I have pills to help you relax. Please take one now and if you need more, wait until tonight and take another."

"I'm tired of taking pills, too," Ken said rebelliously. Nevertheless, he grabbed his water and shook one pill from the bottle.

Dr. Blackwell smiled in relief as Ken lay back on the bed. "Get some rest. I'll check back on you later."

He and Joe exited the room and a minute later Moreno met them outside the door, telling Joe to leave and motioning Blackwell into the room where he had studied Ken.

"Robert," Moreno began, shaking, and then sat down. "It's Kevin. I thought he was killed," Moreno frowned and then rubbed his head. "I must have been dreaming that Kevin was dead. I can't wait for Linda to see him . . ."

"I know, Victor, I know. I was stunned when I saw him – for a moment I thought it was Kevin. But it's not. Victor, Kevin is dead. Have you been imaging things?" Blackwell tried to sound casual.

Moreno continued to stare at Ken. "He's not Kevin?"

"I wish he was, Victor. Are your headaches getting worse?"

Victor continued to stare at the blond for a minute, then shook his head violently. "I wish he was Kevin," Moreno slumped. "How is Linda?"

Blackwell shook his head sadly. "No change. We have tried every treatment known. Linda is in her own world. Only one thing could possibly get her out of it . . . "

"Kevin," Moreno said flatly. "Bob, you know I would do anything to help Linda. She always looked up to me as her protector, her hero. Half-sister or not, I loved Linda more than anyone else in my family. After her husband was killed by a drunk driver, she was only able to go on because of Kevin. And when Kevin was killed . . ."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened to Kevin," Blackwell said firmly. "It wasn't your fault."

Moreno smiled bitterly. "Wasn't it? I will always believe they killed Kevin to get back at me." He began to pace. "They tortured him, raped him and then killed him. Kevin was such a sweet kid." He rubbed his head. "I nearly lost my mind then." He was silent for a minute. "As you know, I don't know how much time I have. One, maybe two years if I am lucky, or if a cure is discovered for my tumor." Moreno then turned his attention to Ken, who lay on the bed, apparently asleep. "The one thing I want before I die is to help Linda get well. Maybe I can give Kevin back to her."