Who Do We Trust
Starsky looked at me in stunned disbelief, like a boy who had just discovered his homerun hero had weighted his bats. We had come to the realization that Fat Roley's contact was someone inside the Police Department.
"Who are we supposed to trust?" He asked, his voice a pained whisper.
Maybe it was because he'd lost his father and been sent away from home so young. Or maybe it was because of things he'd seen in-country that he still refused to talk about. But Starsky insisted on staying a child at heart.
I looked at the world differently. I believed was it safer to never put faith in anyone no matter how much you loved them. They will eventually let you down.
That's why my bond with Starsky was so special. He wasn't just someone else, he was the other half of me. Sometimes I didn't even know where I stopped and he began.
I laid my hand on his arm reassuringly and gave him a smile.
"The same people we always trust. Us."