Love Hurts
Disclaimer: This is done strictly for fun and not for profit, although tips are greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: Thanks to my friends in the fandom, especially my muse Brook, and my writing sisters Janet, and Shawne, it is only a matter of time before our family begins to grow. Love you guys! This one is for you, and by the way, special thanks to Janet for letting me write this one and naming it for me.
Chapter Two
Starsky and Hutch met with Dobey and briefed him on the latest findings on the case they had been working. In the past two months, there had been a string of women murdered, most in the port district, and all of them were know prostitutes that seemed to frequent specific areas of Bay City. Starsky and Hutch knew that this all had something, if not everything to do with their pimp, Big Red.
Big Red was known in the area as one of the toughest pimps to work for, he expected a lot of his lady friends, but the pay off to women that made him large profits were huge. Unfortunately, the consequences for those that didn't fair so well, or wound up costing him money were equally severe.
Huggy had gotten the detectives a private meet and greet with one of the prostitutes room mates, Sunshine. The tall thin black man promised to speak with them "off the record". Although Sunshine and one of the murdered girls shared a small apartment, they did not share occupations. Sunshine was a stripper in a fairly seedy joint, but at least she earned her money standing on her feet instead of lying flat on her back like her now deceased friend Candy had done.
Sunshine had tried many times to talk her friend out of her way of life, but Candy had a troubled life, and a sad life that haunted the girl every waking moment, and even some sleeping moments as well.
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Starsky and hutch sauntered into the crowded bar, which even for a Friday afternoon, was even more busy then usual. Huggy greeted them immediately by the door and ushered them towards the back of his establishment, leaning into the dark haired detective.
"You know Sunny's been waiting over half an hour for you," Huggy spat.
"Yeah? Well s'not our fault she was early," Starsky retorted quickly.
"Would it of killed ya' to have at least shown up on time?" Huggy bit back.
"We're 10 minutes late Hug, gimme a break." The brunet looked at his watch.
Starsky heard his partner snort in laughter behind him as the followed the thin black man to a booth at in the back just adjacent to the kitchen.
They were escorted to the table, as Hutch practically dove for the unoccupied bench, nearly forcing Starsky to sit next to the woman they were about to interview. With a start the buxom blond looked up, locking eyes with the dark haired man, causing him to blush instantly.
Her emerald green eyes nearly pierced his soul as he inhaled sharply, her striking features catching him off guard. She was deeply tanned, very slim, and had a body that men were known to die for, her bulging breasts nearly falling out of her skin tight white silk shirt as she flashed a beautiful smile at the man taking the seat next to hers.
Starsky looked up, catching his partner's gaze, giving him a more then irritated stare.
"You must be Sunny," Starsky began, wanting to start the conversation immediately, trying to rid them of the awkward silence.
The beautiful blond leaned into Starsky hissing seductively, "My friends call me Sunshine, cause I light up their world," he felt her body press lightly against his arm.
Starsky cleared his throat nervously as he shifted in his seat, "M'detective Starsky, and this here is my partner, detective Hutchinson."
The woman glanced quickly at Hutch who tipped his head in recognition only to have her attention to be given right back to his friend.
"Excuse me Sunshine was it?" Hutch tried to draw her attention seeing the frustration in Starsky's gaze, the deer in the headlights look he was giving him, "Huggy tells us that you might have some information for us…" She continued to stare at Starsky, biting her bottom lip as the brunet tried his best to avoid her obvious advances, shifting his gaze from her to his partner and then back again. "…miss…" Hutch finally got her to break her focus and she looked over at him.
"M'sorry, did you say something?" she giggled as Hutch looked irritated at Starsky. "Yeah, yeah…you wanna talk about Candy…sorry, I forgot why you boys were here in the first place…so what'd ya' wanna know?"
"How about starting with who Candy was with and what she was doing the night she was killed?" Hutch started the conversation.
"I already told the cops all this," Sunny stated as Starsky felt her hand on his upper leg, brushing against it lightly at first, cause him to flinch away.
"Just humor my partner would you," Starsky interjected, "and by the way, you sure don't seem to be to broken up about your friend's death…" the brunet noted, as Sunny stared him in the eyes, grabbing his knee firmly in her hand, beneath the table and away from Hutch's view.
"Is there a crime against lacking remorse?" she asked, squeezing his leg firmly.
"No, not at all, just peeks our curiosity, that's all." Hutch noted.
Sunny straightened slightly pulling her shoulders back but keeping her hand on the brunet's fleshy part of his upper thigh. "Look, I only lived with Candy for about a couple of month, and in that time, I saw her come home with a black eye and two fat lips, all courtesy of Big Red h'mself. I told her, that one of these days, he was gonna kill her, but she wouldn't listen."
"So are you sayin' that you think that Big Red killed her?" Hutch leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, wanting to protect their conversations from the lurking ears that surrounded them.
"Hey there Starsky honey! How they hangin'?" Both detectives looked up to see Ellen, Huggy's newest waitress, standing over them holding a small notepad in one hand and a pen in the other.
Hutch sighed in frustration over having their discussion interrupted as he looked up at the average looking barmaid, faking a smile but getting no response from her at all.
"What can I get Bay City's finest to drink?" Ellen asked, barely taking her eyes off of the brunet.
Suddenly Starsky felt boxed in, with too much attention being focused him, feeling his face flush much to his blond partner's pleasure.
"I'll take a beer Ellen, make that two," Starsky took the liberty to answer for Hutch, he turned politely to Sunny, "can we get you something?"
An irritated hiss escaped Ellen lips before she could stop it.
"Sure sugar, I'll take bourbon on the rocks," she ordered tightening her grip on Starsky's leg, causing him to jerk involuntarily.
Starsky tried desperately to scoot away from the aggressive woman, without offending her and thereby losing their lead. He smiled shyly at her as he allowed her advances.
"And a bourbon on the rocks for the lady here," Starsky ordered.
"You're lucky I like you Dave, otherwise, I don't think I'd be wanting to serve her kind in here," Ellen said in a huff, turning on her heels and stomping off.
"What the hell is up with Ellen," Starsky looked at Hutch inquisitively.
"I think she's got a thing for you Gordo," Hutch answered with a snort of laughter, loving his partner's misgivings, even relishing in them at times.
"T'rrific!" Starsky protested and then turned back to Sunny, "So tell us what happened the night Candy was killed, was she supposed to be meeting with Big Red?"
"Well let's just say that Candy told me, that Red was pissed off at her about her earnings over the past week, and she was scared." Sunny related to the two men sitting with her at the table.
"And why is it that you are sharing this info with us, and not with the officers when you were originally questioned?" Hutch asked.
"Cause Huggy told me I could trust you two, an' you two only. If Red finds out that I squealed on him, he wouldn't think twice about comin' after me. Huggy assured me, that you would protect me," She said softly as she leaned her body into the brunet's sitting next to her, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Well I am sure that Detective Starsky here will be able to provide you with ample protection if necessary." Hutch threw in, just to rile his partner.
His partner's head snapped up, eyes locking with his partner, and Hutch instantly knew that he would be paying for that comment later. But he knew it was worth it, just to torment his partner, in a playful way.
"I know I'll sure feel a lot safer, knowin' I got his protection and all." She looked at him batting his eyes. Starsky felt her hand move higher up his thigh, he just wanted the answers they needed and to get the heck out of there.
The brunet couldn't even look at her, every time he did, his gaze always traveled to her proudly displayed cleavage, he would force his eyes to stare her in the face, but inevitably, found himself focusing on her assets.
Clearing his throat nervously Starsky continued his part of the questioning. "Now you said that Red was with your roommate the night she was found?"
Sunny looked at Starsky, catching his gaze before answering, "Well, they got into a really big fight, an' I mean really big…she called me from the club wanting me to pick her up, and when I got there…well…" her voice trailed off.
Her hand moved higher, closer to his groin, Starsky coughed, getting Hutch's attention. The blond smiled, seeing the panic in his partner's face.
"Um Sunshine, can you tell me what happened when you got there?" Hutch took over the questioning.
"Well, she was gone, she wasn't there no more. I looked around for her, but no one claimed to have seen her, so I came back home. The next morning the cops were knocking at my door, they told me they had found her body…It didn't surprise me none, I had a feeling something bad had happened."
"Tell me Sunny, do you think that Red had something to do with it?" Hutch asked, his brow furrowing.
"Of course I do, don't you guys?" She retorted, her hand reaching up and grabbing Starsky's crotch, squeezing his privates firmly through his thick denim jeans.
The brunet jumped with a start, his knee hitting the underside of the table, causing an empty beer bottle to fall on its side. He jumped up and out of the booth quickly, his face flushed, much to Hutch's amusement. The blond let out a snort of laughter as Starsky looked over at the woman, his eyes opened wide.
He raised his hand, finger pointed in warning as he started to speak to Sunny, "Now look here lady…" he began, then stopped himself before angering the woman, possibly loosing one of their few leads.
Sunny looked up at him pouting, twirling her hair in her fingers as she bit her bottom lip seductively, wanting to get a reaction out of the dark haired man.
Starsky thought briefly before continuing, pausing as he bit off the words he was about to say, looking angrily at his partner who was smirking at his friends misfortunes.
"You were saying officer?" Sunny asked coyly as she stared at the handsome detective.
"Just fuggidaboudit," Starsky grumbled as he waived off the girl and turned abruptly to walk away, bumping right into a smaller framed female.
He reached out his hands, quickly grabbing the woman before she stumbled to the ground. Looking down at her, he quickly recognized her face, "Alex? What are you doing here?"
"I got a better question Dave, what the hell are you doing here?" His girlfriend asked, shooting an angry glare at the buxom blond that was sitting at the table.
To Be Continued…
