“James Frazer, your driver license is checks out.”
Starsky saw a whiskey bottle on the passenger’s seat. “We need to do an alcohol test.”
“No way!” James Frazer refused stubbornly.
“Blow into this bag,” Hutch said curtly.
“Blow, boy, otherwise you could get into trouble,”
“Why should I?” James turned his head.
Starsky bent down. “If you don’t do it, I will do
it for you, and then you will be in trouble, I promise!”
James Frazer looked shocked. “Okay, okay, no big deal.”
Later, Starsky nudged Hutch playfully. “To my place or yours?
I need a drink.”
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