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Starsky returns to work after the shooting, but things go from bad to worse within a short time…for both of them. Dedication: For Wuemsel Detective Sergeant David Starsky fidgeted in the cheap leather chair in the waiting room. He didn’t notice the embarrassing noises the leather made as he moved. Stormy blue eyes stared out from behind long, dark… -
A psychotic psychic is killing hookers in Bay City. Dedication: For MHE Priest, my favorite S&H writer. Starsky pushed up his sleeves and plunged his hairy arms into the hot, sudsy water. “You got any steel wool pads?” he called to the lump on the couch in the next room. “I haven’t been to the store,” the lump replied.… -
On the one year anniversary of Simon Marcus’ sentencing, his followers decide to exact their own twisted brand of justice. It had been a long, unseasonably hot day. The only thing on Detective Sergeant David Starsky’s mind was a cold brew and his couch. The Torino door felt much heavier than usual as his cramped muscles pushed it open. He… -
Paradise “sticks” it to Starsky while he and Hutch are on vacation. “Ah, this is the life,” Starsky smiled as he leaned back in the squat, multicolored beach chair. He dug his toes into the warm sand. Hutch sighed. “Yeah, this vacation has been a long time coming, partner.” He adjusted the chair back to lay flat in the sun.… -
Hutch will do whatever it takes to keep his nightmares from coming true. “Get outta my sight, will ya?” “I was only trying to help,” Hutch mumbled. “Yeah, well, this kinda help could kill a guy!” Starsky brushed the dirt from his jacket sleeves as he stepped up onto the sidewalk. “What were ya thinkin’?” Hutch’s face flushed red with… -
Is Starsky dreaming with his eyes closed or open, now that it’s been three weeks since Hutch rescued him from Marcus’ cult? Author’s Note: Dedication: For my karmic sister, Maria Moonlight spilled through a crack in the heavy green drapes and sliced through the darkness in the bedroom. Not daring to breath, Starsky sat up rigidly in the center…