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slash Starsky and Hutch novella is available
Running a sting operation to catch a kingpin of
child prostitution, Starsky and Hutch must pretend to
be cops on the take, willing to look the other way for
a wad of cash. But in order to cement their covers
and make their new employer trust them, they have to
'partake of the bounty' by letting two young girls
orally service them. Heartsick and disgusted, they
play their roles, and are taken into the
organiza-tion. But Hutch can't get the face of the
young girl out of his mind -- she reminds him of
someone he knows. His need to protect her and get her
away from the kiddie porn king just might endanger
himself as well as his partner. Can Starsky see
what's going on and do something before it's too late?
Can helping a friend -- a best friend like no other
-- cross the line and open a door that should never
have been opened? Skillfully written by Evangeline
Anderson, with a beautiful color cover by QuinGem,
this novella will be one you can't put down!
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UNOPENED DOORS by Evangeline Anderson
Starsky was glad once they got to the safety of
the Torino so he could vent. "That was...! God,
Hutch. That sonuvabitch. I just wanted to pound
him!" He started the engine, soothed somewhat by the
powerful rumble of the car around him.
"I didn't want to leave her there." Hutch's
voice was low and the look on his face was pure
misery. His big hands fisted on his thighs
"I know, babe," Starsky said quietly, reaching
over to cover one of the tense fists with his palm.
"I didn't, either, but it's not like she had anywhere
to go and we couldn't exactly take her home with us.
Especially not after...." He sawllowed, unable to
"I know." Hutch squeezed his eyes shut and
rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "God,
Starsky, I know it was necessary, but that whole scene
just made me feel so goddamn *dirty*."
"I'm with you, partner." Starsky tried to focus
on the road, but he could tell Hutch wasn't ready to
let the subject drop.
"I mean, we've had to do this before, but it was
never so.... I hated myself, Starsk. Hated myself
for doing that and then leaving her there. I mean,
that other girl, Patricia, she could take care of
"Yeah," Starsky norted. "She's eighteen goin' on
35, that one."
"But the way I used her...Tabby--"
"In case you didn't notice, it was *me* who used
her, Hutch," Starsky said roughly. "And I didn't like
it any more than you did, buddy."
"Yeah." Hutch fell silent for a moment and then
he said carefully, "Why...Why did you grab my hand?
When we were about to... you know."
"Don't know," Starsky said honestly. "It just
seemed... natural," he said at last, awkwardly.
"It felt right to me, too," Hutch admitted in a
low voice, his eyes trained on the dark streets
outside the Torino's window. "Up until then, I was
feeling so rotten, so guilty, that I wasn't even sure
I'd be able to, you know, finish. But as soon as you
took my hand, it was like...I don't know. It helped
take me over the top. I guess that's pretty strange."
"Why?" Starsky demanded quietly. "You were
there, I was there. We were in a hard situation
together. We helped each other like we always do.
What's so strange about that?"
"We don't usually 'help' each other that way,
partner," Hutch reminded him.
Starsky could hear the warning in his friend's
voice. //Some doors are better left unopened.//
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