Mick Hawk awakens in an alley covered with blood from a head wound, with no memories other than his first name. According to Shorty, the homeless man who found him, he was holding a battered driver's license, so they go in search of the owner with no luck.<br><br>Then a man approaches them on the street. His name is Richard Wolfe, and he claims he and Mick are lovers. After Richard convinces Mick he's telling the truth, the three men set out to discover who wants Mick dead and why. A difficult task, as Mick has yet to regain his memory.<br><br>One suspect is Mick's older brother, Trenton, who manages one of Mick's clubs and resents the fact their father gave them to Mick instead of him. Another is the man on the driver's license, who works for Trenton. Or ...? All they have to do is figure it out, before someone tries again to take Mick out of the picture permanently.

Hawk and Wolfe

Mick turned to look at him and saw worry and caring in his gaze. “Like Shorty said, now that I remembered this, maybe the rest will come easier.”


“It better, because I miss you.” Richard worried his lip between his teeth. “I know you’re standing right here, but if you can’t remember anything about us then it’ll be like starting over again, and what if this time you decide you don’t want me.”


“I don’t think that’ll happen,” Mick replied. “And stop with the lip thing. It drives me crazy.”


Richard felt his spirits lift, again. “You always used to say that.”


“Guys,” Shorty said. “You’re talking like it’s been years since you saw each other, not a few days.”


“It might as well have been, all things considered,” Richard replied. “For Mick, at least.”


“Good point. So…where’s this dinner you promised us? Maybe that’ll jog a few more memories.”


It didn’t, but for the moment it didn’t matter as far as Richard was concerned. He remembers me, and that’s the first step.


Chapter 11