Chapter 1
The sun was setting over Bay City and Starsky was sitting in a soft brown leather chair in Captain Dobey's office holding a cup of coffee wearing his trademark blue tennis shoes with white stripes, blue jeans, a solid dark blue t-shirt and his black windbreaker. Hutch was sitting on the arm of the same chair wearing tan pants, a solid green shirt and his brown tennis shoes. Hutch reached for the coffee and Starsky automatically handed it to him. It was as if he didn't even think about the action. Hutch took a sip and handed it back to Starsky.
Captain Dobey was standing by the window looking out. "You know, Starsky…"
The door opened and two men entered. Starsky and Hutch recognized them as working for Internal Affairs. These men were not like Dryden and Simonetti; Starsky and Hutch actually respected them and liked them. It was Charles Spade and his partner Andrew Brumley. Starsky stood up and looked at Hutch, "It's time."
Brumley took his cuffs out of his back pocket and said, "I'm afraid so, Starsky."
Starsky handed Hutch his badge and his gun. He turned toward the wall and put his hands against it. Then he spread his legs apart so Spade could frisk him. "Starsky, that's not necessary. Just give Hutch your keys your wallet and anything else you have in your pockets."
"Oh, okay," Starsky said as he reached into his left front pocket. He pulled out a rock and handed it to Hutch.
"Starsk, I thought you got rid of this stupid rock a long time ago," Hutch said as he took the rock from Starsky and started to put it in his own pocket.
"Hey, is that the rock he threw in the alley when he was undercover as a vigilante?" Captain Dobey asked.
Hutch rolled his eyes, "Yeah, this is the one. Starsky bought it off Huggy." He handed the rock to his captain who turned it over a couple of times and handed it back to Hutch.
Brumley chuckled, "He did what?"
"It's no laughing matter. His name is Stoney and he happened to save my life and that of that no good lawyer. Ya see…"
Hutch cut him off, "Starsk, save it for another time, will ya?"
Starsky sighed and slowly nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's get this over with." He reached in pockets one at a time and handed Hutch his keys, wallet, some loose change and a piece of lint.
Hutch looked at the lint and asked, "And what's his name?"
"Actually…"
"Okay, that's enough, boys. These men have more important things to do than play with the two of you," Captain Dobey said. Starsky and Hutch glanced at each other and Starsky nodded. He gave Hutch a half grin to let him know that he was all right.
The officers in the squad room saw the two IA agents walk into the Captain's office. When the office door was closed, all eyes were staring at it. Everyone knew that the IA team was there to arrest Starsky. They could hear Hutch yell, "Captain, are you really going to allow this! You and I both know Starsky didn't do anything wrong!"
Captain Dobey's reply was a bit softer than Hutch's but could still be heard by the men in the office, "Hutch, you know I tried. Starsky will have his day in court. Don't do anything you'll both regret later."
The door opened and Starsky was led out in cuffs with Brumley holding onto his left arm. Hutch was right behind him, "Starsk, I'll see you as soon as you're booked." Starsky nodded as he hung his head down.
"No you won't, Hutch. Judge Moon ordered us to take to him to another station," Brumley said as he opened the door leading into the hallway.
"Now wait a minute! What do you mean another station? Where and why?" The volume of Hutch's voice was rising with each syllable. It was obvious that he was very agitated and becoming more so by the minute.
Captain Dobey was right behind Hutch and grabbed the detective's right upper arm stopping him and said, "Hutch, the judge is afraid…well he's afraid you'll try to break Starsky out of jail if he's here."
Hutch took his eyes off Starsky as he turned around and said, "You knew about this? Why in the hell didn't you tell me!?" Everyone noticed Hutch's face turning red as his breathing increased increased. He stared at Captain Dobey with a look of pure anger.
"Hutch, I couldn't tell you. I was ordered not to. I'm sorry," Captain Dobey said as he released the grip he had on Hutch's arm.
Hutch noticed everyone's stares and lowered his voice to almost a whisper and told Starsky, "I'll find you. Don't worry."
"Hutch, don't. It will only make matters worse. Like the good Captain said, 'don't do anything that we will both regret,' okay?" Starsky raised his eyebrows and gave Hutch one of his half grins. He nodded and walked out of the door with Brumley and Spade.
Hutch just stood in utter silence for a moment. Captain Dobey patted his shoulder and guided him back to his office. The officers were watching, saw Hutch take his badge out of his pocket and hand it to the captain as he walked into the office. A minute later, Hutch slammed the door to Captain Dobey's office and left the station in a huff.
Starsky was taken to a station on the north side of town where Spade and Brumley handed him over to Sgt. Booker. The Sergeant obtained Starsky's fingerprints even though they were already on file because that was standard procedure. Starsky stood against the wall for his mug shot.
Lt. Booker took his photograph and said, "Detective Starsky, I need you face the front now."
Starsky faced the front and held the small sign that had his name printed on it. He glanced down at his name. He never thought in a million years that he would see David Michael Starsky printed on a mug shot. But there it was. His name and his picture would be on a mug shot.
"Please, just look straight ahead."
Starsky mumbled as he looked straight into the camera. After he was finished being booked, Starsky was 'handed off' to Officer Wilson who put him in a cell. Starsky looked at the small cell and noticed that he was all alone. "What, no roommate?"
"We're a small station here. We had three in here earlier but they were released a little while ago. It looks like you're it for the night. I'm on duty all night so do me a favor and behave."
Sergeant Wilson opened the cell and Starsky stepped inside, "I've had too long a day to give anyone any problems, my friend."
"Good. I'll be in the other room. I'll bring you something to drink in a little while if you'd like."
Starsky just nodded and walked over to the bunk bed. He noticed neither bed had sheets or pillows. He put his feet up on the bed and stretched out folding his hands behind him. He cringed a little when he heard the cold sound of the cell door as it was being locked. It had been a long day and he was very tired. Starsky folded his hands across his chest and dozed off.
It wasn't long before he could hear his very agitated partner yelling at Sergeant Wilson. "I don't care what your orders are! I want to talk to my partner and I want to talk to him now."
Starsky sat up and stretched his arms in front of him as he yawned. "That's my buddy," he said as he chuckled to himself. He stood up and put his hands through the bars of his cell and waited for Hutch to come busting in.
"Just give me five minutes to talk to him, please," Starsky heard Hutch pleading with the sergeant. His voice had changed to a much softer tone. Starsky could visualize Hutch in his mind standing in front of the sergeant pleading with him to let him come back and check on him. Saying he just wanted to see him for a minute.
"I have my orders, Detective and I am not allowed to let anyone back there. I'm sorry." Sergeant Wilson sighed and said, "I know you want to see your partner. I get it. I heard about what happened and I'd want to see him too if I were you, but if I let you go back there, my captain will have my job. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. Please, don't get me in trouble." Starsky heard Sergeant Wilson tell Hutch. He actually felt sorry for the sergeant. Hutch could be pretty demanding when he wanted to be and from the sounds of it, he wanted to be.
The next thing Starsky could hear was Hutch telling Sergeant Wilson, "I'll be back in the morning." Starsky could picture Hutch shaking his index finger in the poor sergeant's face, "And I will see him one way or another." There was silence after that and Starsky went back to his rickety old bed. He wished he was in his own house sleeping in his own bed.
Starsky had been asleep about an hour when he heard someone approaching. He sat up and said, "Now what? Can't a guy get any sleep around here?"
"I'm sorry, Detective, these gentlemen are here to take you to another location," Sergeant Wilson said. "Please, step back."
Starsky stared at the two men that accompanied Wilson as he stepped backward toward the wall. He didn't know these to two men. One was tall and slender with jet-black hair and a neatly trimmed moustache. The other was heavier and had dirty-blonde hair. "What do you mean another location? Where are you taking me now? And for that matter, why am I being moved in the middle of the night anyway? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are."
"You, sir, are being moved because Judge Moon does not trust your partner. Showing up here earlier proved his point," the taller of the two men said. "I'm Lieutenant Mason and this," he said pointing at the man standing beside him, "is Lieutenant Tinker. Like we said, we're here to take you to another location."
Starsky looked at Sergeant Wilson, "Did you check this out?"
"Yes, Detective. I called my captain and he said they are here to transfer you. I don't know where. It's being kept a secret so Hutchinson doesn't find out where you are."
"How can Judge Moon allow that! I want a lawyer."
"Come on, Starsky, you waived your rights to a lawyer, remember?" Lieutenant Mason asked.
Starsky shook his head, "Oh yeah, I did, didn't I?" He allowed himself to be handcuffed by Tinker. "Well, in the morning I want a lawyer."
"Fair enough. Just please don't cause us any problems tonight. We don't like this anymore than you do," Tinker said.
As Starsky passed Sergeant Wilson, he said, "If anything happens to me, you'll have to answer to Hutch. And trust me, it won't be pretty."
Starsky was taken to the state penitentiary. Starsky sat quietly in the back of the patrol car as they passed through the gates. He stared at the guards as they drove by. He sat in silence as he was driven to the back of the prison. He was 'handed off,' so to say, to another guard who had the name Dan Marshall on his name tag. "Follow me and don't say a word," Marshall said as he started leading Starsky down a hallway. There were a few lights on the wall up high but they were not very bright and barely lit the hallway. Marshall told Starsky to shut up when he asked if he could stop at the water cooler. Starsky frowned and kept walking down the hall. Starsky had been to the prison before when he had interrogated inmates but never saw this part of it. He wondered just where it was he was being taken. Marshall actually pushed Starsky when he slowed down. "Move it. I ain't got all day."
"You don't have to shove me, I'm goin'" Starsky replied as he stumbled to keep from falling down.
Starsky looked up and down the hall and did not see anything except for a cell at the end it. He thought it was strange that there was only one cell and that maybe he was going to be taken out of the general population because he was an officer himself. As he got closer the noticed the cell was empty. He felt relieved that he was not being thrown into a cellfull of people he had put there but he also knew it meant that he would be totally alone. Marshall unlocked the door and pushed Starsky inside. Starsky stuck his cuffed hands through the bars and said, "How 'bout taking these off? I won't cause any trouble locked up in here."
"Yeah, okay," Marshall said sounding annoyed by the request. He pulled the key out of his pocket and removed the cuffs.
"Thanks," Starsky said as he rubbed his wrists. He looked at the bunk bed and noticed it wasn't much different than the one in the last jail. He flopped on it and put his feet up crossing his left foot over his right. "I sure hope you fellas leave me alone the rest of the night. I'm tired and could really use some shut eye," he said as he folded his hands on top of his chest and closed his eyes.
"You'll be left alone all right."
That was the last thing Starsky heard Marshall say as he opened his eyes and watched him walk back down the hall and out of sight. "Good, 'cause I'm tired," Starsky mumbled and he went back to sleep.
Chapter 2
Starsky had no idea what time it was when he woke up. He had given Hutch his watch yesterday when he was arrested. He rubbed his hair with his hands, stood up and stretched. He let out a loud groan as he yawned. He saw the sink mounted on the wall and turned on the hot water. "Figures," he said when only the cold water came out. He jumped as he splashed the cold water on his face. "That was colder than I thought," he said and he shook his head from the shock of it. He dried his face on his shirt because there were no towels. He put his hands through the cold steel bars and looked down the hall and wondered when someone would come with his breakfast. He waited about ten minutes and then he yelled, "Hey, is anyone there? Hello?" He tilted his head slightly to the left to listen for a reply. There was none. He rubbed his right upper arm with his left hand then he rubbed his left arm with his right hand as he realized he was cold. "Hey, it's cold in here," he shouted as loud as he could. It wasn't long before he heard the door at the far end of the hall open. Starsky watched anxiously as he watched a shadowy figure approach. He wasn't sure what to expect.
"It's about time you woke up, Mr. Starsky," the guard said as he came into full view.
"That's Detective Starsky," Starsky corrected the guard.
"Not anymore," was the guard's reply.
Starsky looked at the guard and he was a little taller than he was and outweighed him by about thirty pounds. He had light brown curly hair. "Whataya mean, not anymore? I may have been arrested on some trumped up charge but I haven't been found guilty of anything or relieved of my duties. I'm still Detective Sergeant Starsky."
"While you're in my prison, you are an inmate same as anyone else. Now, the warden requests your presence. Seems he's got a few things he wants to tell you."
"Yeah, I got a few things to say to him too, starting with my right to a lawyer."
"Put your hands through the bars and let me put these cuffs on. No funny business either, there are cameras all over the place and they'll be hell to pay if you try anything stupid."
Starsky put both arms through the same bar and said, "I won't do anything stupid." Then he mumbled, "Not just yet anyway."
Marshall grabbed Starsky by his arm so tight that Starsky knew there would be bruises. He led Starsky down the hall and into an elevator. Starsky noticed the cameras on the walls. Marshall was right; the cameras were all over the place. He even noticed one in the elevator. Marshall opened the door to the warden's office and followed Starsky inside. "Mr. Starsky, please have a seat." The warden said. Marshall removed the handcuffs. Starsky rubbed his fingers over the words on the warden's nameplate. It was made out of wood and Warden James Jefferson was embossed on it in gold lettering.
"That's Detective Starsky, or to be more precise Detective Sergeant Starsky," Starsky said as he remained standing. "And I prefer to stand."
"Suit yourself. Now, Mr. Starsky, while you are in my prison you will be treated just like any other inmate. I'm well aware that you have not been found guilty as you pointed out to my guard on the way to my office."
"And as I pointed out, I am still a Detective on the Bay City police department."
"Let's not quarrel over such minor details. I only called you here to let you know that you are here at the request of Judge Moon."
"So I was told," Starsky's tone was even and monotone.
"You can blame that partner of yours for that. I can assure you that he will not be able to break you out of here."
"Hutch wasn't going to break me out of the last jail. He just wanted to…"
"I don't care why you are here. Just that you are."
"Do I have to stay in that cell I was in last night? I mean it's dark and cold down there."
"No. After your visitors leave you will be moved to another cell. Although, you may wish you were back in the one you just left."
"Visitors? What visitors?"
"Your Captain Dobey has seen fit to get you a lawyer."
Starsky's face lit up and he smiled, "Where are they?"
"My guard Marshall will take you to the visiting room in a minute. After you see them, you will be escorted back here and we will finish our little chat."
Starsky turned around, "Let's go."
Starsky was taken to the visitor's room. Marshall opened the door and Starsky stepped inside. The room was small and had nothing more than a table and four chairs. He smiled when he sat down next to Captain Dobey. He recognized the other man in the room as a lawyer, Josh Corbin. Marshall said, "You got ten minutes," as he closed the door behind Starsky.
"I'm glad you found out where I am." Starsky noticed the camera hanging on the wall next to the small air vent by the ceiling.
"Judge Moon called me this morning and told me all about Hutchinson's antics last night," Captain Dobey said in a gruff voice. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine, Cap'n. Last night I was taken here and put in a cell by myself. I think it was in the basement."
"You're being moved into the general population now," Josh said. "I'm fighting to get you out of here and out on bail until your trial but the judge is set on having you here. He's convinced that Hutchinson will find a way to break you out of anyplace else."
"Just move the trial date up as soon as you can."
"I can move it up to next week if you think that won't be too soon. I mean we have a lot to do in order to make sure you're cleared of all charges," Josh said.
"Starting the trial on Monday should give you enough time. I mean, I didn't beat Jake Collins to death."
"Captain Dobey and your partner filled me in on it. I'd like to hear your version."
"Hutch and I were called to a 'shots fired' call. When we arrived, we heard shots from inside the house. Hutch called for backup and I ran around to the back of the house. Hutch went in the front door at the same time I went in the back door and…"
"Hold it. You went through the back door at the same time he went through the front? How'd you know when he would go through the front?"
"Practice, years of it. Hutch and I work well together. What you need to know about me and Hutch is that he's not just my partner. He's my best friend and yeah, we work that well together. Anyway, Hutch was shot at and knocked down by one of the suspects. I saw Hutch follow him out the front door. I was fighting with the other one in the kitchen. Sometime during the fight he fell and his head hit the counter. I thought he was knocked out cold. Hutch came back and said the other one got away. We called for an ambulance. The next thing I knew I was being arrested in Captain Dobey's office."
"The coroner's report is not complete but it states…"
"I know what it states," Starsky said. He glanced at the camera again. "I hate being watched all the time. It creeps me out. I sure hope Hutch can visit me and soon."
"Judge Moon said he'll allow Hutch to come see you, now that you're in here. He can't come until the day after tomorrow though. That's the next time you're allowed any visitors," Captain Dobey said. "He handed Starsky a few books and said, "These might help you pass the time."
Starsky nodded, "The day after tomorrow, uh. I guess I can hold out until then."
"I'll tell the judge we'll be ready to start the trial on Monday," Josh said.
Captain Dobey handed Starsky three paperback books. "The warden said you can have these. Inmates are allowed books."
"Thanks, Cap'n," Starsky said as he looked at the titles. "Hey, the Star Wars books. I've wanted to read these since Hutch and I saw the first movie. Just never had the chance," Starsky said as he looked at each of the books.
"Hutch said you'd like them."
Starsky smiled. It was just like Hutch to make him feel better even if he couldn't be there in person. "Tell him, thanks."
Marshall and another guard had been watching Starsky and listening to the conversation Starsky had with Captain Dobey and his lawyer. "So, what do you think, Strickland? You know what having a cop on our block will do for us?"
"Yeah, we'd make a fortune off him. But can we convince him? And don't forget he hasn't been convicted yet so he could leave anytime. We can't rush this."
"We can get him that won't be a problem. He may not have a family like the others, but did you hear him talk about his partner? They're closer than most families. He'll do it; we just found the right incentive. Let's get Ron Perry to egg him on a bit and see how he handles himself. We won't approach him until were sure he's going to be found guilty," Marshall said. He stood up and said, "Their times up. I have to take the detective to see the warden. Talk to Ron and tell him he's getting a new cellmate."
"I'll tell him to set the stage but not to start a fight until we give him the word," Strickland said.
The door to the visitor room opened and the guard, Marshall, informed Starsky that his time was up. Captain Dobey looked at Starsky. He wished he could read the detective's face as well as Hutch could. Starsky nodded slightly and Dobey took that as a good sign.
Marshall brought Starsky to the warden's office. Again he had such a tight grip on Starsky that it was actually hurting Starsky. Warden Jefferson told Marshall to leave them alone about twenty minutes. Marshall left and said he'd return. Starsky set the books on the warden's desk and sat down in the soft brown leather chair when Marshall left the room. It wasn't unusual for Warden Jefferson to talk to inmates. Sometimes he had them in his office for a couple of hours. He talked to the warden about twenty minutes before the warden allowed Marshall to take Starsky to his new cell.
Starsky was led down a long hallway with cells. He observed that each cell had a set of bunk beds, a sink mounted on a wall and a toilet. There was nothing else in the rooms. He was not looking forward to his time here. Inmates yelled and hollered at him as Marshall took him to his cell. Some of the inmates reached out their hands and tried to grab him. Starsky, unconsciously, moved his shoulders closer toward his torso in an attempt to avoid contact. Marshall stopped when they reached the cell Starsky would be calling home. Starsky looked at his cell mate who was sitting on the bottom bunk. Starsky looked at the man's face first and noticed he appeared to be in his early twenties with light brown hair. He had some bruises on his cheek and a black right eye. Starsky glanced at the man's arms. He couldn't help but notice how big they were. He mumbled, "Are those arms for real."
Marshall reached in his pocket and unlocked the door and shoved Starsky inside, "Detective Starsky, meet Ron Perry." Starsky's mouth gaped open. Starsky closed his mouth as soon as he realized he had opened it. Marshall leaned close the cell and whispered in Starsky's ear, "And yes, those cannons are for real. Have fun." He locked the door once Starsky was inside and walked away.
The young man had been watching Starsky as soon as he saw him walking down the hall. He was waiting for him and never took his eyes off of Starsky. When Marshall was out of sight, Ron stood up and took a step toward Starsky.
Starsky took a step back, dropped the books on the floor, held up his hand and said, "Whoa, I don't want any trouble here."
"Too bad, 'cause you found it." Ron took another step toward Starsky who didn't budge this time. Ron saw Starsky ball up his fists and knew he wasn't about to back down from a fight. Ron flopped on the bottom bunk and said, "This one's mine."
"That's fine with me," Starsky said through clenched teeth. He collected the books he had dropped on the floor and climbed on the top bunk and opened the first book.
Starsky was ushered into the main dining hall with Ron for dinner. He felt as if everyone was watching him. The guards and the inmates seem to be staring at the 'new guy' and he wondered if would live long enough to make it to his trial. He went through the serving line and almost cringed when he saw what he would have to eat. It looked worse than any hospital food he'd ever had. He was holding his tray and walking toward an empty table when the man behind him pushed him into the man in front of him forcing him to drop his tray which landed on another inmates head. The inmate who was now wearing Starsky's dinner stood up and Starsky's legs almost buckled out from under him when he saw how big the man was. Starsky looked up at the man who was, in Starsky's best estimation, a foot taller and weight about fifty more pounds, "Uh, umm, I'm sorry about that. See I was," Starsky looked behind him at the inmate who pushed him and realized he was about to get into some serious trouble. "I mean I tripped."
"Yeah, into me," the inmate that Starsky bumped into said.
"It was an accident. I'm sorry, fellas."
"Sorry ain't going to cut it," the big inmate said. He took swing at Starsky and connected with his left jaw. Starsky was not known to back down from a fight and swung back and hit the big man in the stomach. The big man took another swing and Starsky ducked just in time. He kicked the man's shins and hit him in the chin with an upper cut so hard the man took a couple of steps backwards. Starsky was praying the guards would come in and break it up before he was killed. The man came at Starsky again and the right cross hit Starsky square in the left eye.
Just then Starsky felt a pair of hands very roughly grab the shoulder area of his shirt, followed by a blow across the back from what felt like a billy club. His knees started to buckle but he forced himself to remain upright. Starsky turned around to see the hands belonged to Marshall and another guard holding the billy club. Starsky stopped fighting and found enough strength left to put his hands in the air, "I give up."
"Damn right you do," Marshall said. He pushed Starsky so hard he almost fell. "It's the hole for you."
Starsky heard a roar of laughter from the other inmates and wondered what 'the hole' was. The second guard put Starsky's hands behind him and used zip ties to bind them. Starsky was feeling very uncomfortable about the whole thing. When he was led out of the dining hall he asked, "What's the hole?" This guard also held onto Starsky's arm very tightly.
"Do you remember where you spent last night?" Marshall asked.
"Vividly."
"That's the hole," the second guard replied.
"You mean I gotta spend another night down there?"
"Yep. If you don't like it, don't get in any more fights," Marshall said.
"I didn't start it. Yeah, I bumped the one guy and my tray fell on the refrigerator but it…okay, maybe it was my fault, but it was an accident. I was pushed from behind."
"Starsk, you are…" the other guard said.
Starsky stopped walking. He looked at the guard straight in the eye and said, "Get this straight my partner Hutch is the only one who calls me that. It's Detective or Officer Starsky to you." He noticed the name on the guards name badge, "Strickland."
Strickland was about to hit Starsky when Marshall stopped him. He shook his head no, blocked the hit and said, "Not now," as he glanced at one of the cameras. Starsky continued to walk down the hall to the elevator.
"You'll get yours, Starsky, don't worry," Strickland said. Starsky ignored the remark.
"How long will I have to stay here?"
"One of the other guards will get you in the morning," Marshall said as they got on the elevator and descended to the basement cell.
"I don't suppose I could at least have my books tonight?"
"You don't suppose quite correctly," Strickland said.
Marshall removed the zip ties from Starsky's wrists before pushing him in the cell. Starsky rubbed his sore wrists and watched the two guards until they were out of sight. He went to the sink and splashed some water on it. This time the water felt cool and refreshing. He let it drip from his face for a few seconds before he wiped it off with his shirt. "Shit," he said as he looked at the wall above the sink as if he had seen his reflection in an imaginary mirror. "Hutch isn't going to like those bruises." He rubbed his left jaw. He noticed that his vision in his left eye was getting blurry. He put his hand up to his eye and could feel the swelling. He huffed, "Nope. Hutch isn't going to like this one single bit." He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. He pretended he was holding his guitar and playing it. Being left-handed he was strumming the imaginary guitar with his left hand and making chords with his right hand. He didn't play the guitar very often and he wasn't as nearly as good at it as Hutch was, but he wasn't too bad. Right now playing the air guitar was easing his tension and relaxing him. In his mind he was working on a difficult part of a song Hutch had been trying to teach him for a while. He hit just the right notes and jumped for joy, almost hitting his head on the top bunk. "I did it Hutch. I hit the right notes! You can put me in a hole all you want, my friends, but you'll never take away my spirit," he said loudly. He knew he was always being watched.
He was right. Strickland and Marshall were watching and listening to everything Starsky did and said. "Oh, he'll do just fine, Marshall. Did you see the way he was going after…did he call him the refrigerator?"
Marshall chuckled, "Yeah, he did. I like that name it fits him. I think you're right. I just hope he's found guilty. Then he'll be ours."
"I think I'll find out as much as I can about his partner while I'm off tomorrow."
"Yeah, good idea. The more ammunition we have to use against Starsky, the better. I'll nose around a little and see what evidence there is against him. If it looks solid enough, I think we can start to work on him after his partner's visit the day after tomorrow."