Hutch glanced at the waitress, she was cute.— “What are ya looking? She’s my girl!” slurred the square built man at the bar. Hutch ignored the drunk.

“I’ll show you!” In a sudden move, the man broke the neck of his beer bottle on the counter and lunged at Hutch.

Hutch raised his arm and grabbed the man’s wrist in a strong grip. “Don’t!”

“Don’t!” repeated a voice. Starsky bent the man’s arm backward and poured the rest of the beer over his head. “Does wonders to your hair.” Cuffing the speechless man, he said, “Nobody messes with my partner!”

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