Hutch entered the elevator and leaned his back against the wall. “Starsky's gonna die, Hug. Starsky's gonna die and... there ain't nothing anybody can do about it. Well, at least from their end, there isn't. I'm still here. I'm still alive. They haven't got me yet. And until then, there damn well better be something I can do.”
Huggy’s insides twisted into a knot. “Here.” He held out the car keys.
“What's it look like?”
“Looks like Dobey's car. Take it slow, huh?” The knot inside felt different from the knots in the past. He had lost Starsky three times before. First when he went into the army. Huggy’s insides twisted every night.
Again when Starsky returned, a changed man. Went for girls. Huggy learned to live with it. He and Starsky were still friends. Then Hutch appeared on the scene. Hutch also went for girls, but Huggy knew he’d lost Starsky a third time. He liked Hutch. He learned to live with it.
This time was different. He would lose Starsky for good and he would not be able to live with it. He knew Hutch’s pain. One day he would have to tell Hutch, if Starsky hadn’t already.