Starsky leaned against the bar, lost in thought. His time in ‘Nam had left him defensive and distrustful. Tomorrow, he was going to start classes at the police academy. He was nervous.

“’Xcuse me, do you have a light?”

Starsky turned his head and saw a tall blond guy fumbling with a packet of cigarettes.

“Sorry, I quit smoking – ten days ago,” Starsky said.

“I should do that.” The blond smiled, almost shyly. He sat down. “May I ask you some questions? I’m new here…”

“Fire away,” Starsky said. All of a sudden, he felt at ease, ready for anything.

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