Kitty Chapter #4
Hutch awoke to the sounds of someone tapping on the LTD's window. Starsky awoke mid snore.
"DRIVER, step out of the car – SLOWLY- keep your hands were I can see them!" A voice hollered at them.
"WHAT the HELL?!" They said in unison as they looked at each other over the LTD's seat, confusion in their eyes. They then peered out the windows of the car to squint into the flashlights of two uniformed police officers.
"PASSENGER- Get your hands up where we can see them! Do not make any sudden moves!"
"DRIVER! You will NOT be told again! GET OUT OF THE CAR! SLOWLY!"
"Alright, alright! I'm comin', I'm comin'" Hutch's spine sent annoyed pains throughout his whole back, his legs added their protests to the growing chorus of bodily complaints. Man, he felt a hundred years old.
"What the hell did we do?!" Starsky shook his head in bewilderment. "Is vagrancy a major crime in this town?!"
"Calm down Starsk, we'll get this squared away in a jiffy" Hutch stood up after exiting the car.
"DRIVER, turn around and face the car! Put your hands on top of the hood!"
Hutch complied.
"Driver, put your hands on your head, lace your fingers together behind your head!"
Hutch did as ordered. Quickly he was handcuffed with his hands behind his back.
"Whew, man! You guys reek! You two been out wrestling skunks, or something?" The younger cop laughed nervously as he steered Hutch towards the squad car.
"As a matter of fact, yes" Hutch replied "It was only one skunk though"
"Passenger..." The cop gave similar directions to Starsky, who also complied. Getting shot by two nervous small town cops was not his idea of a fun filled vacation event. It might just be better then camping though... Hmmm...
"What is this all about?" Starsky had waited until both he and Hutch were handcuffed so the local PD would calm down enough to speak to them. Once explanations were given, they where sure to be on their way in no time flat.
"You are under arrest..."
"No kidding?!" Starsky glanced at Hutch and rolled his eyes.
"...For ARMED ROBBERY" The older of the two officers snapped.
They looked at each other shocked. Starsky spoke up "Now just a minute..."
"You have the right ..."
"We KNOW our RIGHTS!" Starsky interrupted the officer, "we are detectives from Bay City. "I'm Sgt. David Starsky; this is my partner, Sgt. Ken Hutchin-"
"... to remain SILENT and to..." Roy took a deep breath; Curly was getting on his nerves with these interruptions.
"...refuse to answer questions... yeah, yeah, WE KNOW! We have done this hundreds of times..."
"Anything you do say may be..."
"...used against you in a court of law." Starsky finished the sentence.
"Hey, Fred, it looks we got ourselves a couple of hard core, hard ass criminals" Roy, the older of the officers said to his partner. "You two have a seat in the squad here and we'll just have a look see in your car. Fred, check their car. I'll radio this in" Roy kept his gun on the two suspects and made the call.
"Jesus H Christ! It smells like a bunch of skunks lives in here. I think I'm gonna puke!" Fred's eyes were tearing up from the stink. It sucked being the rookie cop; you got stuck with doing all the shitty parts of the job. "ROY! Check this out!" Fred had found Starsky's beretta in his backpack in the back seat of the LTD and Hutch's magnum on the driver's side floor, under the front seat, still in its holster.
"Concealed weapons, this is getting to be quite interesting" Said Roy.
"We are DETECTIVES with the Bay City Police Department! We are permitted to carry concealed weapons! It's part of the JOB!" Starsky dug his hand into his back pocket for his wallet. "We do have our IDs, here..." He flapped his wallet from behind his back and turned slightly to get their attention on it.
Roy looked at the wallet; there was indeed a badge and a Bay City police ID card in it. He had taken Hutch's ID as well and looked it over. "These could be fake and it could be that you two are slumming it"
"What the HELL is that suppose to mean?" snapped Hutch.
"We'll discuss it at the station"
"I think we should discuss it NOW!"
Roy shook his head at Hutch. "No, later" Turning to the rookie, "Fred, lock up the car, we'll have Sam tow it to our lot."
In short order, they found themselves in the local lockup. There were just two cells. The one cell had a couple of locals in it; the other now held them. The local drunks complained bitterly about the skunk smell. Starsky and Hutch bitterly complained about the old beer, vomit and urine smell.
"I can't believe that they think WE robbed that damned fleabag motel! And they think that we would be so dammed stupid as to park in an alley in the same damn town and simply go to SLEEP!" Starsky threw up his hands. "These people are just nuts!"
"Don't forget that we were driving an LTD, the same type of car the two REAL suspects were said to be driving."
"We still have our one phone call a piece to make. Dobey is one, who you gonna call?"
"A veterinarian" Hutch said he sat down on one of the two cots.
"Why, are you sick?" Starsky stopped his pacing for a second and smirked at Hutch.
"Oh, ha, ha Starsk. No, I have an idea on how to get us out of this"
"What's that? Wait..." Starsky thought for a second, and then it dawned on him. "Oooh, that's good Hutch!"
They exchanged a knowing smile. They would be out of jail in no time.
TBC xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hutch awoke to the sounds of someone tapping on the LTD's window. Starsky awoke mid snore.
"DRIVER, step out of the car – SLOWLY- keep your hands were I can see them!" A voice hollered at them.
"WHAT the HELL?!" They said in unison as they looked at each other over the LTD's seat, confusion in their eyes. They then peered out the windows of the car to squint into the flashlights of two uniformed police officers.
"PASSENGER- Get your hands up where we can see them! Do not make any sudden moves!"
"DRIVER! You will NOT be told again! GET OUT OF THE CAR! SLOWLY!"
"Alright, alright! I'm comin', I'm comin'" Hutch's spine sent annoyed pains throughout his whole back, his legs added their protests to the growing chorus of bodily complaints. Man, he felt a hundred years old.
"What the hell did we do?!" Starsky shook his head in bewilderment. "Is vagrancy a major crime in this town?!"
"Calm down Starsk, we'll get this squared away in a jiffy" Hutch stood up after exiting the car.
"DRIVER, turn around and face the car! Put your hands on top of the hood!"
Hutch complied.
"Driver, put your hands on your head, lace your fingers together behind your head!"
Hutch did as ordered. Quickly he was handcuffed with his hands behind his back.
"Whew, man! You guys reek! You two been out wrestling skunks, or something?" The younger cop laughed nervously as he steered Hutch towards the squad car.
"As a matter of fact, yes" Hutch replied "It was only one skunk though"
"Passenger..." The cop gave similar directions to Starsky, who also complied. Getting shot by two nervous small town cops was not his idea of a fun filled vacation event. It might just be better then camping though... Hmmm...
"What is this all about?" Starsky had waited until both he and Hutch were handcuffed so the local PD would calm down enough to speak to them. Once explanations were given, they where sure to be on their way in no time flat.
"You are under arrest..."
"No kidding?!" Starsky glanced at Hutch and rolled his eyes.
"...For ARMED ROBBERY" The older of the two officers snapped.
They looked at each other shocked. Starsky spoke up "Now just a minute..."
"You have the right ..."
"We KNOW our RIGHTS!" Starsky interrupted the officer, "we are detectives from Bay City. "I'm Sgt. David Starsky; this is my partner, Sgt. Ken Hutchin-"
"... to remain SILENT and to..." Roy took a deep breath; Curly was getting on his nerves with these interruptions.
"...refuse to answer questions... yeah, yeah, WE KNOW! We have done this hundreds of times..."
"Anything you do say may be..."
"...used against you in a court of law." Starsky finished the sentence.
"Hey, Fred, it looks we got ourselves a couple of hard core, hard ass criminals" Roy, the older of the officers said to his partner. "You two have a seat in the squad here and we'll just have a look see in your car. Fred, check their car. I'll radio this in" Roy kept his gun on the two suspects and made the call.
"Jesus H Christ! It smells like a bunch of skunks lives in here. I think I'm gonna puke!" Fred's eyes were tearing up from the stink. It sucked being the rookie cop; you got stuck with doing all the shitty parts of the job. "ROY! Check this out!" Fred had found Starsky's beretta in his backpack in the back seat of the LTD and Hutch's magnum on the driver's side floor, under the front seat, still in its holster.
"Concealed weapons, this is getting to be quite interesting" Said Roy.
"We are DETECTIVES with the Bay City Police Department! We are permitted to carry concealed weapons! It's part of the JOB!" Starsky dug his hand into his back pocket for his wallet. "We do have our IDs, here..." He flapped his wallet from behind his back and turned slightly to get their attention on it.
Roy looked at the wallet; there was indeed a badge and a Bay City police ID card in it. He had taken Hutch's ID as well and looked it over. "These could be fake and it could be that you two are slumming it"
"What the HELL is that suppose to mean?" snapped Hutch.
"We'll discuss it at the station"
"I think we should discuss it NOW!"
Roy shook his head at Hutch. "No, later" Turning to the rookie, "Fred, lock up the car, we'll have Sam tow it to our lot."
In short order, they found themselves in the local lockup. There were just two cells. The one cell had a couple of locals in it; the other now held them. The local drunks complained bitterly about the skunk smell. Starsky and Hutch bitterly complained about the old beer, vomit and urine smell.
"I can't believe that they think WE robbed that damned fleabag motel! And they think that we would be so dammed stupid as to park in an alley in the same damn town and simply go to SLEEP!" Starsky threw up his hands. "These people are just nuts!"
"Don't forget that we were driving an LTD, the same type of car the two REAL suspects were said to be driving."
"We still have our one phone call a piece to make. Dobey is one, who you gonna call?"
"A veterinarian" Hutch said he sat down on one of the two cots.
"Why, are you sick?" Starsky stopped his pacing for a second and smirked at Hutch.
"Oh, ha, ha Starsk. No, I have an idea on how to get us out of this"
"What's that? Wait..." Starsky thought for a second, and then it dawned on him. "Oooh, that's good Hutch!"
They exchanged a knowing smile. They would be out of jail in no time.
TBC xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx