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Hutch put his arm down with a sigh, thrust his hands into pockets, and looked out the window, shoulders hunched. "Dobey doesn't care for it. Going to take a long time. No telling how long. No back-up to speak of. No break. We're going to go under and stay under."
"I want the case and you damned well know it," Starsky said.
Hutch looked back at him. Starsky expected more arguments or a small sampling of the Hutchinson temper, but the blond only smiled softly. "I know."
This story was originally published as an independent zine in 1986, illustrated by the author. Thanks to Flamingo and everyone at the Starsky & Hutch archive who scanned, proofread, and formatted the zine to make it available on the web.
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