Starsky:
Hands washed, water thrown over my face and changed into scrubs all within seconds. I know it’s not quite what Dobey meant when he ordered me to ‘go get cleaned up and changed’. But there was no way I was leaving Hutch. After all, there was a perfectly good hand sink in the room and I did as ordered. In a manner of speaking.
My hand went back to where it belonged, resting on his right hand. My right hand man. Continue reading “December 6th- My Partner by Shell007”