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November 1978 : After the ultimate betrayal of trust, Starsky and Hutch’s friendship faces its greatest challenge. The sequel to this story is Turbulences. November 1978 Starsky was angry. Very angry. He’d never known anger quite like this before. It seared through his veins like molten metal, consumed all rational thought in its path, and burned his insides with a liquid… -
May 1979 : Starsky is shot and Hutch has a hard time coping. The sequel to this story is Uncertainties. May 1979 Monday night Starsky was floating. It was a delicious, weightless feeling of bonelessness. Only one person in the world knew how to make him fly like this. Lazily, he let his hand drift over the equally boneless body sprawled… -
August 1979 : While gang war terrorizes the city, Starsky & Hutch are struggling to come to terms with the aftermath of the shooting. The sequel to this story is Crosscurrents. August 1979 They came out of nowhere. A silent menace, creeping from the shadows, faces in darkness, guns drawn. He smiled grimly as he watched them emerge. He’d been waiting… -
October 1980 : Gunther’s trial is starting, the rumors are spreading again, and Rosey Malone is back in town. The sequel to this story is Ripples. October 1980 I Sometimes it felt as if he’d never been away. As he crouched in the dust and the darkness, gripped by the familiar fusion of alertness and boredom that was a byproduct of… -
February 1981 : Starsky & Hutch go to Duluth. The sequel to this story is Fractures. February 1981 Friday “Their demands were absolutely ludicrous. Compensation. Accident prevention plans. Safety training courses! Basically they want me to foot the bill every time they’re too clumsy to keep their hands out of the machinery. Needless to say, I sent them packing. Told them… -
July 1981: Starsky goes undercover and things go wrong in unexpected ways. Can Hutch learn to love a different kind of Starsky? Dusk had come early that day. Darkness hugged the corners of the room, and the lights were dim. Hutch sat hunched over his desk and stared at the page in front of him. Something about it seemed familiar. Closer…