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Prologue False dawn tinted the sky an indefinable grey.
Part One
Chapter One Becky let herself back into her cottage and was surprised to find that her roommate
wasn’t up yet.
Chapter Two It’s easy to avoid the deeper issues during the day.
Chapter Three Starsky paused in the squad room door.
Chapter Four Frankie was the manager of Crazy Al’s Discount Emporium.
Chapter Five Starsky’s anger increased as he fumbled with his door key.
Chapter Six It was the sound she made.
Chapter Seven Becky couldn’t describe how she felt.
Chapter Eight Sarah spotted Dave heading for the door, and intercepted him.
Part Two
Chapter One Dawn examined her image in the bedroom mirror with keen dismay.
Chapter Two Hutch’s stomach took a sudden dive and ended up somewhere in the vicinity
of his ears.
Chapter Three A rhythmic thumping noise diverted Hutch’s attention from the expressway
traffic.
Chapter Four “Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence,” growled Dobey,
without looking up from his desk.
Chapter Five “Detective Hutchinson, I can’t tell you how much it means to me that
you’re here today.”
Chapter Six “You’re gonna love this,” said Starsky, as he paid the delivery
boy.
Chapter Seven His world was fractured, the pieces loosely assembled, a photo viewed through
the broken glass of a shattered frame.
Chapter Eight Dawn was pissed.
Chapter Nine Dawn was making lunch for herself when she heard a soft sound from the bedroom.
Chapter Ten Starsky had been on the telephone for the last half hour.
Part Three
Chapter One Hutch was on the couch reading the real estate section of the newspaper when Starsky
breezed in...
Chapter Two The trials themselves never took very long.
Chapter Three He’s not very good at waiting, Dawn thought.
Chapter Four The traffic congestion throughout the city had not eased up.
Chapter Five Dobey slid a framed photo forward across the surface of his desk.
Chapter Six The bang of the front door flying open brought her out of sleep so quickly Becky
was sitting up in bed before...
Chapter Seven He won’t lead them straight to the house, thought Hutch.
Chapter Eight Swallowing his tears, Freddy walked over and looked down at the cop.
Chapter Nine “You were very lucky, Dave,” commented the nurse as she changed the
dressings on his wrists.
Part Four
Chapter One Hutch juggled the groceries one-handed as he let himself into Starsky’s
apartment.
Chapter Two A nightmare ejected him out into freefall, slamming him down into wakefulness
with brutal force...
Chapter Three Yes, he was doing it again. There was no doubt about it.
Chapter Four As they climbed higher into the foothills, chaparral scrub gave way first to pine
forests and then to aspen and oak...
Chapter Five The station wagon dropped fifteen feet down into the river below the bridge, landing
first on its hood and then...
Chapter Six They were a few feet from the Torino, when Starsky abruptly stopped in his tracks
and stared at his car...
Chapter Seven For a brief moment, when Starsky first stepped in his front door and saw Becky,
the vision he’d had of her...
Chapter Eight The past twenty-four hours had been unusually warm, energy building in the atmosphere
all day...
Chapter Nine Dawn frowned at the catalog in her hands.
Chapter Ten Becky paused at the door of her cottage, taking in the familiar surroundings with
a feeling of deep contentment.
Part Five
Chapter One Becky finally unearthed the wire brush from beneath a stack of newspapers.
Chapter Two “Wait here. I’ll bring the car up to the door.”
Chapter Three “It’s… um, lovely.” Becky looked doubtfully at the spiraling
Plexiglas thing in her hands.
Chapter Four Dawn reacted instinctively, driving her elbow into the stomach of the man who
had grabbed her.
Chapter Five Starsky always said Hutch thought too much.
Chapter Six It was so easy, it was almost disappointing.
Chapter Seven As the last echoes faded, Starsky opened his eyes.
Chapter Eight “You lied to Dobey.”
Chapter Nine Over the past few days Hutch had been through enough to make any reasonable man
belligerent.
Epilogue The sun was setting over the bay, igniting the clouds with a riot of celebratory
color.
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