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Hutch paced back and forth, hospital doors keeping him out of the one place he wanted to be.
"Come on, Hutch. Sit down."
He kept snapping his fingers nervously, then finally took a seat beside Dobey.
"You okay?"
A pause. "Simon said I'm a white knight." Hutch shook his head. "If they'd killed Starsky I'd– I-I–" He grabbed his temples, face scrunched up against the thought.
"But he's gonna be fine," Dobey cut in, a hand on his arm. "Thanks to God we don't have to worry about that."
"Detective Hutchinson? You can take him home now."
And Hutch smiled.
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