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The idea for this story came to me at about 2am. When I hadn’t gotten back to sleep by 4, I got up and wrote it. “What’s wrong, Starsk? You seem kind of tense tonight.” “I’m just gettin’ a little … Continue reading →

Click here to read Part 1 Click here to read Part 2 Click here to read Part 3 1979 December, Starsky’s apartment. Starsky. I say I wanna jump, Hutch takes a leap of thousands of miles to the other end, … Continue reading →

Starsky came in the door of their house with arms loaded with brightly wrapped presents. “Hutch, where are you?” Getting no reply, he walked to the small Christmas tree he had talked his lover into and carefully placed each present … Continue reading →

An interminable stakeout and a dubious crossword puzzle. Stakeouts always seem endless when there’s nothing happening. We’re in my car because Captain Dobey specifically vetoed the Torino. “Absolutely no place within sight to hide that carnival ride!” he’d roared. That … Continue reading →

Click here to read Part 1 Click here to read Part 2 December, 1979. Starsky’s apartment. Hutch. We’d just celebrated a small Christmas party at Starsky’s apartment, with the people we are close to: Dobey and his family, Huggy, Minnie, … Continue reading →