Category: Gen

The crime scene was nasty, the room thick with the fug of blood and gun powder. Walking outside, Starsky stared up in awe. Bright morning after darkness. Three days of freezing cold without precipitation, now there was snow. Such a rarity in Bay city, it fell, dusting grass and palm trees white. Beautiful, altering mundane into fairyland.

Hutch emerged shivering, his exhaustion evident, to lean against the Torino.

Scooping up a tiny handful of slush, Starsky lobbed it at his partner.

Hutch’s eyes went wide when it landed on his cheek. He laughed with delight. “It’s snowing!”

Made Starsky’s Christmas.

“You’re making a big mistake, Blondie. Sometimes you have to protect yourself.”

Minnie said that. Dobey said he had to think of the children.

“I’m more concerned about you. You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for.”

Hutch slammed his glass down.

“Fuck’s sake–I can take care of myself!”

Huggy shrugged. “If you say so. But when it goes wrong, don’t call me…”

“Don’t worry — I won’t!”

Furiously, Hutch drove home. Of course he knew what he was doing!

Confidently, he slid the beribboned box under the tree. The  perfect present. Starsky was going to LOVE Trivial Pursuit!