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A peek inside the boys’ heads during the events of A Coffin for Starsky. Time why you punish me? Like a wave crashin’ into the shore you wash away my dreams. Time why you walk away? Like a friend with somewhere to go you left me cryin’. Can you teach me about tomorrow and all the pain and sorrow runnin’… -
Maybe there’s no such thing as a perfect miracle. Life was good. Hutch drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, humming under his breath as he jockeyed the car up and down aisles, searching for a parking space. He spied an empty slot and rounded the corner to claim it, but a prune-faced woman in an enormous white Cadillac, approaching… -
Words really can hurt you. “Well, well, well, would ya look at that? He lives.” Smiling, Huggy braced his palms on the bar’s highly polished surface. Hutch wound his way around the tables and propped one hip on a stool. “You sound surprised.” Huggy shrugged. “Maybe not now, but…for a while there, we had our doubts.” His keen gaze traveled… -
Starsky struggles with the repercussions from his kidnapping. “Well, the key to my survival was never in much doubt the question was how I could keep sane trying to find a way out things were never easy for me peace of mind was hard to find and I needed a place where I could hide somewhere I could call mine… -
Hutch keeps a promise to a friend. Wishful thinking. Maybe that’s what had interfered with his “Starsky radar”–a normally hair-trigger mechanism. Hutch was tired; it had been a difficult year for them both. He was all too familiar with the kind of pain Starsky suffered from losing Terry, knew better than to expect the wound would ever completely heal. Still,… -
Starsky struggles to accept the inevitable. “Life brings us magic And life brings us tragedy Everyone suffers some loss Still we have faith in it Childlike hope There’s a reason that outweighs the cost.” –The Color of Roses — Beth Nielsen Chapman His face stops me cold, two cups of barely consumable hospital coffee clutched in my hands. All…