An Advent Calendar story about Hutch’s door.
There were a lot of things that didn’t make sense about Hutch, even if he could come up with some half-assed reason for every last one of them—the tacky red plastic Biorhythm Calculator ‘for the enlightened woman’, the battered astrology magazine lying among the clutter on his dash, the combined blackstrap molasses and desiccated liver in his breakfast smoothies (“It’ll put lead in your pencil, Starsk”).
Top of that list, in Starsky’s estimation, had to be the fact that Hutch only started keeping his apartment key on the ledge above his front door after his place had been broken into. Twice.
Naturally Starsky had questioned the wisdom of the key’s new hiding place, but Hutch had replied that it might as well stay there since they now knew from bitter experience that anyone with a nefarious motive could cross Hutch’s threshold at will, never mind what he did with his apartment key. Continue reading “December 3rd: Hidden in Plain Sight by ACL”