Chapter Three

"Your son disowned *you*?" Simon's voice was shocked.

"Well, let us say that we came to decision. I have not seen him or heard of him since. I...I don't even know if he's alive, but I pray he is."

"You pray for him?"

"Yes, Captain. And for those like him." Jim caught his eye for a moment. Hunter took a deep breath. "If it became known that a child I raised has embraced this lifestyle, it will hurt me. It would probably hurt him if it became known that I did raise him. For these reasons, I would rather it would not be known, but if it happened, I will survive it. So will he." He sounded resigned, not defiant.

"Have you heard of PTU before? Have they contacted you before?"

"No, detective. Until today, I had no idea, I assume, existed. I have no idea what the initials mean. Have you?"

Jim shook his head. "No, sir. But it's still our best lead. We'll be in touch with anything we find."

"Thank you." Hunter stood up and offered his hand to the other three men. Blair simply stared at it. Hunter tightened his lips but made no comment, and shook Jim's and Simon's before he left.

"What was that about, Sandburg?"

"I can't shake his hand. I could hardly stand being in the same room with him. How could *either* of you manage it? Jim, he wants *us* rounded up and put in *concentration camps*. He probably wants me in a different one than you."

"Tell me now, Sandburg. Will this be a problem for you? Will it affect your ability to work this case?"

Blair was silent for a moment. Then he reached for Jim's hand. "I...right now, I'm okay. There's his son and all. But...if it changes, I'll let you know. Just don't leave me alone with him, or make me shake his hand. I don't know how either of you...especially you, Jim...manage it."

"Practice, darling. Practice." Jim rubbed Blair's shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. "I know what he says. But he's a victim here. He's not the criminal."

Blair smiled - exactly the same tight smile that Hunter had used earlier - and nodded. "But I'm not going to shake his hand."

Simon let out a breath. "Agreed."

Blair smiled - exactly the same tight smile that Hunter had used earlier - and nodded. "But I'm not going to shake his hand."

Simon let out a breath. "Agreed."

Blair sat down on Hunter's vacated chair and dropped his head into his hands. "I should be getting such evil vibes off of him, and they *aren't* there. Something doesn't fit."

Jim dropped a hand on his shoulder. "He's not *evil*, sweetie. What he says is *wrong* and I will fight to the *death* to keep it from happening, but..."

"If he wants these things, if he wants the whole conservative agenda that'll throw us back into the *dark* ages, how can he be anything else, James?"

"Because he's not in it for the power or the money." Simon spoke slowly and thoughtfully. "He's in it because he sincerely believes it. I've heard him speak. I don't like what he has to say. There are times I have to change the station before I just destroy the radio. But...I don't hate *him.*"

"Someone does, Simon. And we have to find out who. Not for *him*, darling, or his Neandertal *fans*, but because..."

Blair looked up and smiled through his hair. "Because it's what we do, James? Where do we start?"

Jim grinned and kissed his cheek. "That's my man. We start with the information we have. An anonymous letter from an unknown organ