"What do you mean, he's already been discharged?" bellowed a visibly upset Captain Dobey at the poor nurse at the desk. The young redhead stepped back in alarm as Dr. Quentin Jackson hurried to the scene and grabbed Dobey's arm.

"Uncle Harold? What's going on?"

Dobey's face was grim. "Quentin, do you have a few minutes? Let me make a call first, and then I'll tell you."

Ten minutes later, Starsky, wearing scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck, entered Quentin's office. He saw the grim face of Dobey and the concerned one of Dr. Jackson.

"Starsky, Ken's gone."

"Gone?" Starsky's legs suddenly dropped into the nearest chair with a thud.

"No, no!" Dobey yelled as he corrected Starsky's misunderstanding. "He's not dead, he's missing! I was going to pick him up and take him to my place, but someone else checked him out of the Hospital. We don't have any idea where he is."

"Could he had left on his own?" Starsky questioned after taking a deep breath of relief.

"No," Quentin answered. "I questioned the staff; one did see him wheeled out by an orderly – or at least someone dressed like an orderly. There was no reason for any suspicion at the time."

The color had come back to Starsky's face. "Captain, who knew about you taking Ken to your house?"

"You think there might be another plant in the department?" Dobey queried. "Just myself, Edith, you and Quentin."

"Then how?" Starsky mused. "Captain! You don't think Sal found him, do you?"

Dobey was horrified. Before he spoke, a nurse peeked her head around the corner. "Dr. Jackson? Sorry for interrupting, but Tracey, one of our candy stripers, has information you were requesting."

"I'll be right out, Helen." Quentin turned to Dobey and Starsky. "She may have some info on Ken. I've been asking our staff if anyone was inquiring about our amnesia patient."

Starsky and Dobey stared at each other, perturbed. "I do think there is another plant here, Captain. Someone who has been feeding information to Moreno. I must be discreet, but I was hoping to come across him – or her. I still don't have a clue who it is."

"I hate to think we have a mole in our department, but you're probably right. Keep checking on it, but don't jeopardize your life."

Quentin was only gone for a couple of minutes, while both Dobey and Starsky sat deep in thought. Quentin reentered the room. "There was a man asking about a young, blond patient with memory loss. Tracey gave me a description of the man, thirtyish, brown hair, brown eyes, medium height and weight. Tracey said he was nervous, but then smiled when he heard about Ken."

"Joe," Starsky said flatly. "Not Sal. Joe. And Joe would never try to find Ken on his own without orders from someone else."

"Would he do it for Sal?"

Starsky shook his head. "Joe didn't approve of Sal's desire for Ken. But if Sal was blackmailing Joe . . . but I still don't see Joe doing anything for Sal. But if Moreno ordered him to . . ." Starsky stood still, thinking back to his last visit to Moreno's office. "I need to get back to Moreno's compound. Moreno trusts me and I can check if Ken is being held there and why."

TBC