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Click here to read Part 1<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

As soon as they crawled into bed, Pam\u2019s eager fingers found Dave\u2019s cock. \u201cWhat\u2019s this, baby? Bad ol\u2019 rehearsal take all the lead out of your pencil?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave carefully removed her hand. \u201cYou\u2019re probably not going to believe me but I\u2019ve got to use the tired old female complaint.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d She punched him in the side, hard. \u201cYou\u2019ve got cramps<\/em>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n


\nThe nasty tone of her voice reinforced his determination not to give in to her manipulations. \u201cHeadache.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTake some aspirin!\u201d She tried to crawl on top of him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He slid out from under her and turned on his side, away from her. \u201cNot tonight, Pam. I mean it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She hit him several times on the back and shoulder with her fist. \u201cYou\u2019re my studly husband! When I want you, it\u2019s your marital duty to put your cock in me and screw my brains out!\u201d She sat up and stared at him. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong <\/em>with you? No man has ever turned me down. Ever!\u201d She flounced out of bed and stormed into the kitchen, naked and fuming.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave figured he\u2019d pay for that, sooner or later, but he simply couldn\u2019t force himself to participate in what seemed more and more like twisted games. He sighed and tried to calm his mind into sleep. It was a long time coming. If she came back to bed, he never felt it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ken did his best to satisfy Marcie\u2019s needs orally but suspected she faked her orgasm. He\u2019d never even gotten hard, in spite of her practiced hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, honey? You\u2019ve been so distant lately. Is it something I\u2019ve done?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He sat up on the edge of the bed, his back to her. \u201cNo, sweetheart, of course not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She crouched behind him, her arms around his neck, her hands caressing his chest. \u201cWhat is it, then? Don\u2019t you still want to marry me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He turned, leaned against the headboard, and settled her in his arms. \u201cSure I do, Marcie. But I seem to be having a lot of trouble convincing my mind to accept that I\u2019ll never remember anything. It\u2019s getting worse instead of better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoc Morris said –\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know <\/em>what he said,\u201d Ken interrupted, angry with himself for not being able to explain things to her. \u201cI know what everyone says. But hearing something and accepting it are two entirely different things. I\u2019m just going around in circles. Everyone\u2019s been kind and understanding, explaining things when I screw up, never sounding angry or impatient.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll get better, honey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure it will! I want so badly to remember, Marcie\u2026 I don\u2019t know if I can live with myself if I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She sat up and stared at him. \u201cWhat do you mean? You wouldn\u2019t do anything\u2026 drastic. Would you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike kill myself?\u201d She didn\u2019t answer, which was answer enough. He shook his head. \u201cNo. I\u2019d never do that. But\u2026 I might want to go away for a while. Find a doctor somewhere\u2026 get another opinion. Find someone who knows what the hell <\/em>is going on with my head!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She put her arms around him again and drew him down. \u201cGive it more time, Ken. Please? I know it sounds terribly uncaring of me but I\u2019m sure things will get better\u2026. Soon. Just give it a while longer. Okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With no immediate choice, Ken slipped his arms around her. \u201cSure, hon. I\u2019ll wait.\u201d He kissed her temple. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to upset you. Go to sleep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Pam was driving too fast and a bit recklessly, as she always did. Marcie tried not to be concerned, since all the tickets Pam ever got were quickly fixed by her father. Still, it made Marcie nervous and she could tell that Pam knew it by the tone in her friend\u2019s voice when she broke the long silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re awfully quiet, Ms. Thompson.\u201d Pam took her eyes off the road for much longer than Marcie was happy with, making her even more anxious. \u201cDon\u2019t tell me you\u2019re getting cold feet, girl. We\u2019ve all gone too far to have anyone, especially you, turning back now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie was surprised that Pam had read her so well and attempted to cover her growing apprehension. \u201cI\u2019m not turning back. I just\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Pam\u2019s voice dripped sarcasm. \u201cYou\u2019re just what<\/em>?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cConcerned, that\u2019s all.\u201d Marcie knew it sounded lame but it was the best she could do. She\u2019d fallen in love with Ken Hutchinson and had no earthly idea what to do about it. She hadn\u2019t known anything about the man when the plan was being formulated, and had gone along with things because she\u2019d always gone along with her father\u2019s wishes. Pam had been so eager to play her own part, she\u2019d convinced Marcie everything would be fun<\/em>!<\/span><\/p>\n

But Marcie was no longer feeling anything but confusion and anxiety: what everyone was doing was wrong<\/em>, and she didn\u2019t know how much longer she could keep up the pretense.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Pam snarled, \u201cget over it and smarten up! It\u2019s your job to keep your cop dosed up and forgetful. I\u2019m doing my part with his buddy, and we both have to make sure they don\u2019t remember anything! Until my father and yours say different.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie couldn\u2019t help but mentally withdraw into herself. Pam was always the strong one, the bossy one, the leader of the pack. Marcie would end up doing whatever Pam said; even though she knew the situation just wasn\u2019t right!<\/span><\/p>\n

Pam took a hand off the wheel and waved it cheerfully. \u201cWait \u2018til you\u2019re married to him, sweetie. Things\u2019ll be different then. You\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Pam laughed and it sounded nasty. \u201cYou\u2019ll have complete control then. Just like you did with Jeff. As for my\u2026 husband?\u201d She grinned and, this time, Marcie knew there was evil behind the smile. \u201cHe\u2019s sweet and doesn\u2019t have a clue. I get away with anything I want. It\u2019s not the challenge I thought it\u2019d be when our daddies suggested it\u2026. I wonder what Dave and Ken would do if they ever found out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie wondered the same thing. And even though she knew she\u2019d be held accountable, an idea began to take shape. Once Ken knew what had happened to him, of course, he might never return her feelings, but at least she could save his life! Anything could happen after that; love had to be worth something, didn\u2019t it?<\/span><\/p>\n

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At the shooting range, Dave surveyed the selection of handguns available to visitors. \u201cLet him try one like mine, Rudy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The attendant pulled a Beretta out of the case and handed it to Ken. The grip disappeared into the blond\u2019s large hand and it didn\u2019t appear to feel comfortable to him. Carefully taking the weapon, Dave handed it back to Rudy. \u201cDon\u2019t think so.\u201d He scanned the glass-topped cabinet. \u201cHow about the Python? That oughta fit his paw.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

When Rudy placed the gun in Ken\u2019s hand, Dave saw the almost immediate sureness with which Ken passed the weapon from hand to hand, opened the cylinder to make sure it wasn\u2019t loaded, closed it again, and sighted out the window to the range behind the building.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep,\u201d Dave said to Rudy, \u201cthat\u2019s a winner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rudy passed a box of ammunition to each of them, as well as ear protectors and a sheaf of paper targets. Dave signed the requisite forms, then turned to Ken and opened the side door for him, as Rudy ducked into the small office.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave followed the blond outside where they took places, side by side, behind the partitioned counter. Dave noticed that Ken never hesitated as he drew his backboard from its slot fifty feet away, attached the first target to it, and returned it to its place against the earthen berm. Hmmmmm, he\u2019s done all this before<\/em>, he thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken sent him a surprised look. \u201cYes, I think I have.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave stepped back a pace, startled. \u201cDid you just read my mind?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken\u2019s expression was as shocked as Dave felt. \u201cI must have. You think I\u2019ve done this before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Shaking his head, Dave stepped to the line. \u201cI suppose it makes sense that\u2019s what I\u2019d be thinking but\u2026 yeah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken shrugged. \u201cI\u2019ll say it again. Weird.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I\u2019ll say it again, too. I agree.\u201d Dave moved into his own section and put up his first target. They donned ear protection at the same time and Dave noticed that Ken had no difficulty loading the Magnum. Ken\u2019s first shot was slightly to the right of center in the target\u2019s chest, but the following ones created a hole in the paper visible from the firing line. Dave smiled as the blond reloaded. \u201cYou shoot, all right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken looked down at the weapon in his hand before staring at Dave. \u201cSo it would seem.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, sir.\u201d Rudy cupped his hand around the mouthpiece of the phone, even though there was no one else in the room, and stared out the small window toward the two men standing at the firing line. \u201cThey\u2019re out there now. And Hutchinson\u2019s just put six almost into the bull\u2019s eye. He sure can handle that hog leg I gave him\u2026. The Python\u2026. No, sir. I can\u2019t hear what they\u2019re sayin\u2019, but they ain\u2019t arguin\u2019!\u2026 Yes, sir, I\u2019ll let you know if they come back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

That night, when Ken and Marcie decided to bowl a few games, he wasn\u2019t really surprised to find Dave and Pam already there, getting their shoes and score pages. A nagging thought even had him wondering if people weren\u2019t conspiring to bring him and Dave into contact with each other. Everyone in the place seemed to be paying more attention to them than to their own efforts to knock pins down.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get an alley together,\u201d Pam suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, why not?\u201d Ken agreed. \u201cIt\u2019s always more fun with four.\u201d He shared a look of momentary uncertainty with Dave. \u201cI think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave made a visible effort to shake off whatever concerns his lack of memory had generated and, taking Pam\u2019s hand, headed toward the lanes. \u201cWe\u2019ll grab one. Get your shoes!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The evening passed in hilarity that seemed to Ken only slightly forced on the parts of all four participants, and beer. Conversation went from the banal: politics, to the ridiculous: the current crop of dreadful offerings on television. Especially considering that reception was very limited in their mountain community.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m watching PBS, for God\u2019s sake, \u2018cause there\u2019s nothing on ABC!\u201d Pam griped.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken laughed along with the others, but he felt as if Pam hadn\u2019t said it for the humor factor — she\u2019d been serious.<\/span><\/p>\n

When they got home, Marcie was extremely solicitous and Ken felt badly about being unable to respond to her kindnesses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou really aren\u2019t into this tonight, are you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, hon.\u201d And he was. \u201cCan we just snuggle? Please?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. I thought the fun we had with Dave and Pam might have relaxed you.\u201d She cuddled against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe next time.\u201d He held her until she finally went to sleep but didn\u2019t succeed in finding sleep himself until nearly dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n

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When the bowling alley closed, Dave and Pam said goodnight to Ken and Marcie and went home. Dave knew he wasn\u2019t in the mood for the lurid sexual games that had been his wife\u2019s standard late night entertainment recently so, once they were naked, he slouched on top of his clothes in the chair, turning what he hoped was a lascivious gaze on her. \u201cLet\u2019s do something different tonight, Pam. You\u2019ve got all those\u2026 accessories, but I can\u2019t remember seeing you use them. Why don\u2019t you show me what you do when I\u2019m on duty?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The request most definitely appealed to her but her response sounded skeptical. \u201cYou sure, baby? You know I love my fake cocks but yours is always the one I really want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s try it this way for tonight, Pam. If giving myself a hand-job while you get yourself off doesn\u2019t satisfy us both, we\u2019ll go back to the usual way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure I like that phrase, \u2018the usual way,\u2019 lover. But we\u2019ll see.\u201d She opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out one toy after another.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave tried to swallow his revulsion because he was married to this female! Why was he having such a reaction to what must have been their normal relationship? No, he decided, as she chose a huge rubber model, nothing about his and Pam\u2019s interactions felt \u2018normal\u2019 to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMmmmmmmmmmm.\u201d She licked the dildo and inserted the head into her vagina. \u201cGet started, sweetie, I\u2019m way ahead of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave watched her, even though his eyes wanted to be anywhere else, while he stroked himself. Something about this whole scene wasn\u2019t right<\/em>!<\/span><\/p>\n

She moaned and writhed, either doing an excellent job of acting or else truly enjoying herself. Dave had to force his disinterested organ to participate.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cFancy meeting you here,\u201d Dave said as he climbed out of his patrol car the following day and greeted Ken Foley, who was standing just outside the service bay of Ed\u2019s Garage. Dave stuck out his hand and Ken gripped it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ed, the owner and sole mechanic of the only automotive maintenance and repair facility in town, backed out from under the hood of what Dave knew was Mr. Thompson\u2019s Lincoln Town Car. \u201cBe with you in a few minutes, Deputy. Gotta finish up with the boss\u2019s ride first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo hurry, Ed. The sheriff just said get it done, he didn\u2019t say there was a time limit.\u201d He smiled, to allay Ed\u2019s apparent nerves. \u201cAnd the town\u2019s quiet today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The mechanic nodded and ducked under the hood again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave gestured to the bench outside the shop\u2019s office and headed in that direction. Ken followed him. When they were seated, Dave hooked a thumb over his shoulder. \u201cI think there\u2019s probably coffee inside.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken shook his head. \u201cNo, thanks. I sampled some last week when I brought Marcie\u2019s Volvo in for a brake job.\u2026 I\u2019ll pass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSmart man.\u201d Feeling, somehow, more at ease than he had for days, Dave leaned back against the wall. \u201cSo\u2026 when do you want to go bowling again? Or do some more shooting?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t know. I\u2019m not really comfortable with my job yet and Marcie\u2019s got me doing stuff for the pageant\u2026\u201d He appeared to be unhappy with himself and Dave felt, instinctively, that such feelings should be unusual. \u201cAnd then there\u2019s all the wedding plans Marcie\u2019s got me involved with.\u201d He pulled a confused face. \u201cAs if I\u2019d know anything about such things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNever been married before?\u201d Dave hunched a shoulder when he realized he\u2019d asked a question Ken couldn\u2019t answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of stating the obvious, though, Ken\u2019s expression turned vacant and he sighed deeply.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cForget I asked.\u201d Without knowing why he did it, Dave reached over and patted Ken\u2019s forearm. The contact seemed to calm them both. After a few quiet minutes, Dave began to feel antsy again, took his hand back, and stood up. \u201cEd\u2019s got a soda machine\u2026 want a Coke?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The blond shook his head. \u201cIs there Sprite?\u201d He dug in his pocket and handed Dave two quarters.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave thought he heard footsteps from inside but knew he must be imaging things, since there was no one around except Ed, and he was finishing up Thompson\u2019s Lincoln. Taking the coins, he headed for the door. \u201cI\u2019ll see. Second choice?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSeven Up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou got it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

After both cars had been serviced and his customers were gone, Ed went into the office and made a call. \u201cEd here, Mr. Thompson. They came in, just like you and the sheriff said they would\u2026. Sat out front\u2026. Yes, sir, I could hear every word but they didn\u2019t sound like they were gettin\u2019 suspicious or nothin\u2019\u2026 Just sat there in the sun and talked about the wedding and the pageant\u2026 shit like that\u2026. Oh, Starsky came in and got a couple of sodas but I made sure he didn\u2019t see me\u2026. No, sir, I swear. I\u2019d tell ya if they did. We\u2019re all in this together, right? \u2026 Yes, sir, I\u2019ll keep my eyes peeled.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

CHAPTER THREE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Out of the corner of her eye, Marcie watched Ken finish drying the last dish and put it away in the cupboard. Knowing Dave was due to show up any minute in response to her request that afternoon, she rinsed her hands, pulled the drain plug out of the sink, and turned to face him. \u201cHoney\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken hung his towel on the rack. With even more uncertainty than she\u2019d felt from him lately, he leaned against the counter, attempting to appear unworried. \u201cWhat is it, sweetheart?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Picking up a second towel, Marcie dried her hands. \u201cWhat did you and the deputy talk about at Ed\u2019s Garage today?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken was surprised and didn\u2019t try to cover it. \u201cHow did you know I saw him there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She went to him, slipped her arms around his waist, and hugged him. \u201cEveryone in town knows every single thing the two of you do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pushed her back and looked in her eyes. \u201cWhat are you talking about, Marcie? Why would anybody care?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She took his hand and led him to the table, where she sat and waited for him to do the same. She didn\u2019t let go of his hand as he did and, after a deep breath, she looked squarely into his eyes. \u201cIt was a set up. My dad and the sheriff wanted to find out what you\u2019d say to each other when no one else was around. So they arranged to have the two of you bring the cars to the garage at the same time. Ed was listening to everything you said.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, he wasn\u2019t. He was in the bay, changing the oil in both cars. Dave and I were out front on the bench. He couldn\u2019t have heard us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She loved him so much she ignored his naivet\u00e9. \u201cJake Ramsey, Ed\u2019s nephew, came in the back way and did the work. Ed was in the office right behind you, eavesdropping through the open door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken couldn\u2019t hide his confusion. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Okay,<\/em> she thought, show time.<\/em> \u201cYour name isn\u2019t Ken Foley.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Whatever he\u2019d expected, Marcie could tell it wasn\u2019t that. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

After another ragged breath, she repeated the statement. She could see he was trying to make sense of her words and quickly followed them with, \u201cAnd his isn\u2019t Dave Lombard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken sat forward and took her other hand. \u201cI think you\u2019d better start at the beginning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At that moment, footsteps mounted the back porch stairs and there was a knock on the door. Marcie glanced at her watch, committed to this course of action and not allowing herself to deviate from it. She started to get up.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken held onto her hands, keeping her in place, while he stood. \u201cExpecting anyone?\u201d There was a harshness in his voice she\u2019d never heard before. \u201cDon\u2019t go anywhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Opening the door, Ken was clearly surprised, and pleased, to see Dave. \u201cWhat in the world are you doing coming to the back door? Where\u2019s your car?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave stepped inside and closed the door. The look on his face said he wasn\u2019t very happy. \u201cIt\u2019s parked at the river overlook. Your fianc\u00e9 asked me to come but told me not to let anyone see me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie got up and poured another cup of coffee, placing it at the end of the kitchen table, between hers and Ken\u2019s. \u201cSit down, please, Dave\u2026. Ken.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave didn\u2019t move; he stared warily at Ken. \u201cYour soon-to-be-wife made it a point to catch me as I was driving down the alley behind the general store, on my usual patrol route late this afternoon. She was looking around as if to make sure no one saw us. She asked me not to leave my car anywhere near the house, and to come to the back door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie sat down in her customary chair. Committed or not, she hadn\u2019t thought past this moment and, now that they were both here, she wasn\u2019t sure how to begin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken, who had to be feeling the wary vibes surging off his friend, which plainly heightened his own tension, took his seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave sat at the place indicated by the third cup. \u201cWhat\u2019s goin\u2019 on, Ms. Thompson?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie drank some coffee, looked at each of them, then back down at her cup. \u201cYour names aren\u2019t Foley and Lombard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie felt enough electricity passing between the men to light all of Thompsonville. Working up her courage, she met their questioning gazes and continued. \u201cThey\u2019re Ken Hutchinson and Dave Starsky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence reigned in the small kitchen for what Marcie felt might have been hours, days, weeks\u2026 eons, but was probably only a few seconds. Finally, Ken and Dave opened their mouths at the same time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk\u2026\u201d and \u201cHutch\u2026\u201d quietly overlapped.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie could see the veils began to lift from Ken\u2019s mind but, other than the familiarity of the names, it was obvious he had no more idea about what was happening than Dave appeared to have. Ken turned to Marcie. \u201cI\u2019ll repeat his question. What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie knew she was already in for a penny, so she might as well be in for a pound. \u201cMy father and the sheriff had you kidnapped in Bay City and brought here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Knowledge lit Ken\u2019s face and seemed to drive out uncertainty. \u201cWe don\u2019t have amnesia.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She shook her head. \u201cNo. Your memories have been drugged over.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWill we get them back?\u201d Dave\u2019s eyes showed how desperately he wanted that to happen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m not sure. It\u2019s a completely experimental compound Doc Morris has come up with and even he doesn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow are they delivering it?\u201d Ken asked. Long-suppressed ideas could be seen crowding into his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPam and I put it in your morning coffee,\u201d Marcie admitted. As Ken glanced at his cup, she put her hand over his. \u201cNo! This pot\u2019s just coffee.\u201d She didn\u2019t want to be coy, this was too important, so she put unvarnished truth into her voice. \u201cI promise, I\u2019ll never give it to you again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken\u2019s mental gears were almost audibly grinding when he looked at Dave. \u201cWe\u2019re partners, Starsk. Remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave looked at Ken with the first genuinely open expression Marcie had ever seen on his face. \u201cYeah. Once she\u2026\u201d he glanced at Marcie, \u201csaid the names, the lid that\u2019s been on my memory began cracking and it\u2019s all coming back. We\u2019re detectives with the BCPD.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDobey. Huggy\u2026\u201d Ken drilled a question at Marcie. \u201cHave we been here longer than the two months I remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She was equal parts contrite and ashamed. \u201cNo. It\u2019s been just eight weeks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken\u2019s shoulders slumped; the compassion he silently sent his partner was nearly palpable. \u201cYour mom hasn\u2019t heard from you in all that time. What\u2019s she going to think?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave covered Ken\u2019s hand with his own, knuckles whitening from the strength of the grip. \u201cI\u2019ll bet Dobey and Huggy have been tearing the city apart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sorrow overlaid Ken\u2019s next words. \u201cThey probably think we\u2019re dead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, finally, Marcie knew what she had to do. She put her cup down. \u201cYou have to leave. Tonight! If you\u2019re here when my father and Sheriff Wharton find out I told you, they\u2019ll kill you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave sat back, grimness turning his face to granite. \u201cNo. We\u2019re staying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie was near panic; this wasn\u2019t what she expected at all. \u201cYou can\u2019t! You have to get out of here!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re cops, Ms. Thompson,\u201d Ken said, and she knew he was tightly controlling the anger he must be feeling. \u201cStarsky and I are the victims of some major crimes and we\u2019re not leaving until we\u2019ve gotten to the bottom of it, and taken those responsible into custody.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t understand!\u201d Marcie ran a hand through her hair, then clasped both together on the table. \u201cEvery single person in this town is involved!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken\u2019s and Dave\u2019s surprised expressions were almost exact duplicates of each other. Ken looked at Marcie. \u201cStart at the beginning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave gulped the rest of his coffee, got up and opened the refrigerator. Smiling, he looked over his shoulder at Ken. \u201cWant a beer, partner?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, please!\u201d Ken accepted the uncapped bottle. Dave sat back down and opened his own while Ken focused on Marcie again. \u201cWe\u2019re waiting, Ms. Thompson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She got up and paced. She was going to lose everything if she couldn\u2019t make them understand, and then get the hell out of here! If Ken stayed alive, she could go to Bay City, make everything up to him. Help him forget all the stress and confusion of the past two months, and make him fall in love with her. For real, this time. Maybe.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knew her voice was going to sound ragged but she couldn\u2019t help it. \u201cDo the names Darrel Wharton and Cliff Thompson mean anything?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Pieces were visibly falling into place in Ken\u2019s probably-still-muddled mind. \u201cYeah\u2026 they were selling tainted pharmaceuticals.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave sent him an intense look. \u201cWe were investigating because some kids died.\u201d He was obviously sorting through his own reviving memories. \u201cTurned out Wharton and Thompson had a batch of rejected drug runs out of a warehouse in\u2026\u201d he stared at Ken. \u201cHere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey were contaminated,\u201d Ken added.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie sat down again and picked up her cup. \u201cA strain of virus had gotten into the processing equipment and ruined several entire batches before my father discovered it.\u201d She looked guiltily at each of them. \u201cNobody thought it would be too much of a problem — certainly nothing that would cause death — but dad ordered the runs disposed of anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah\u2026\u201d Dave muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat no one realized,\u201d she continued, \u201cwas that Cliff and Darrel didn\u2019t destroy them. They took it all and went down to Bay City.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere they peddled it,\u201d Ken finished. \u201cAnd people died.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She hunched her shoulders and shuddered. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe caught them\u2026\u201d Ken said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they were convicted,\u201d Dave completed the thought. He glanced at Ken. \u201cDo you remember how many years they got?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken took a moment to sort through what had to be fuzzy memories. \u201cTwenty to life. As I recall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Marcie nodded before she looked up, misery in her eyes. \u201cMy father and Sheriff Wharton didn\u2019t care that their sons had broken the law, they vowed they\u2019d make you both pay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTheir precious sons had committed murder!\u201d Dave was undoubtedly trying to rein in his outrage. \u201cA death resulting from the commission of a felony, such as selling tainted drugs, Ms. Thompson, is considered murder.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken put a hand back on his partner\u2019s arm and faced Marcie\u2019s anguish. \u201cNot intentionally, perhaps. But their actions caused three teenagers to die.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She dropped her head onto her hands. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Dave swallowed more beer before sitting back and getting his \u2018game face\u2019 back on. \u201cOkay. Tell us everything, Ms. Thompson.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ken reinforced the demand. \u201cAnd he does mean everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

To be continued\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

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