Kingpin

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Title: Kingpin
Author(s): Carol Davis
Date(s): March 1976
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Genre(s): gen
Fandom(s): Starsky & Hutch
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Kingpin is a 160-page gen Starsky & Hutch novel by Carol Davis.

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It is a pass around novel, which means it was never widely distributed; only a few copies were privately circulated.

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Its Early Date

This story predates the early and seminal zine series Zebra Three.

Because it was written during the second season, when Hutch mentions his ex-wife, it is Nancy. This is because Vanessa Hutchinson does not appear until the third season.

Plot Description

In it, Starsky has been married for five months to Hutch's sister, Kate, who is also mentioned in A Winter's Kill.

Starsky and Kate are expecting a baby.

Starsky and Hutch go undercover as Rafferty and O'Brien to infiltrate and break up a child prostitution ring.

Excerpts

He smiled, thinking about her. Kate, tall, blonde, and beautiful, was Hutch's younger sister and Starsky's wife of five months, and, come spring, would make Starsky a father for the first time. Like a first-grader in the throes of puppy love, he was unabashedly crazy about her.

"What do you think about the name Christine?" Starsky asked idly.

"I thought you wanted a boy."

"We do. But we might as well be prepared for the other possibility." Starsky polished off his donut and licked the powdered sugar off his fingers. "If it' s a boy, it's Matthew. But we still don't have a girl's name."

"Christine is okay. I like Patricia myself," Hutch replied.

He scowled at the suit. "Yeah. I wear that and a dozen of those damn gold chains around my neck, and I feel like I ought to say 'Trick or treat.'" Kate grinned at him, amused by his displeasure. "Hutch dresses like Wyatt Earp, and I wear the fairy suit."

"David," Kate said, trying to stifle a laugh that wouldn't be held back, "it's not..."

"It is," he told her adamantly.

She stopped the laugh and held out her hand. "Davey," she said teasingly, "you worry too much." She knew what was bothering him. He claimed not to have anything against homosexuals, but he sure as hell didn't want anybody to think he was one. "It won't be you they see," Kate told him. "It'll be Rafferty. And who cares whether Rafferty is queer or not? He's only a part you're playing."

"I hate that suit," said Starsky.

"Then ask Ken to trade. Maybe he'll let you be Wyatt Earp next time."

The scowl came back. "That's not funny."

Hutch gave Starsky a sideward glance. Kate loved him, and that wasn't hard to understand. Surprising, maybe, but always understandable. Hutch himself was as close to Starsky as it was possible for another man to be.

"You don't have to worry about her doing what Nancy did. She's not Nancy, not by a long shot. If anybody does any walking out, it'll have to be you."

Starsky eased the Torino into the passing lane, in between a green Pinto and a new oatmeal-colored Mustang. "Don't hold your breath waiting for that," he told Hutch. "The only way I'd ever leave her is inside a pine box. I need her, and I need the baby." He grinned. "You want to hear a cornball remark? Other than this damn job, she's my whole life. A hundred percent."

"Bully for you," Hutch said quietly, aching at the memory of Nancy.

"Yeah," said Starsky. "Bully for me. I've got a lady who loves me, and three-ninths of a baby, a car, and a decent place to live. So why do I feel so lousy?"

"It's the cold."

Out came the handkerchief again. "You had to remind me, didn't you?" Starsky blew his nose. "There's a very wide sadistic streak in you, Hutch."

"I love this place," Kate said. "I don't want to think about moving."

Starsky shifted onto his side, still supported on his elbow, lowered his face to hers and kissed her, letting it linger as she stroked his shoulder. "We can't have two kids here," he said when he drew away. "Not unless they live in the garage."

She was about to reply when he kissed her again gently, finally moving his arm so he could hold her. "Give it a few years. You'll love the other place too."

"No I won't."

"Yes you will," he insisted. "After we take the furniture out, there won't be anything left here but the walls. How do you love walls? I'll get you a nice house out in the valley with orange trees and grass and all of that. You'll like it just as much."

"Okay."

He twisted a lock of her hair, soft and pale, around his index finger. "You love me?"

"Yes," Kate said. "I love you."

"Always?"

"Always."

"You'll get along okay, letting me be a cop?" he asked her quietly.

"Supercop?"

"Nah," Starsky said. "Just a plain ordinary cop who does strange things and hangs around with strange people and has a ninety percent conviction rate."

"As long as you keep coming home."

"I have to. It's the only place in town where I can get a decent hamburger and go to bed with the waitress after I eat it." He grinned at her, and she groaned in mock dismay. "You cook a pretty mean hamburger, and you ain't bad with the other part either."

"Davey."

"Now," he said wistfully, "if you could only learn to stop riding me."

"You want me to be a silent obedient little wife and walk ten paces behind you in public? Gr do you v/ant me to be the way I was brought up?" she asked, only half serious.

"Which is?"

"Exactly like Ken, only female."

Starsky groaned. "One of Hutch is plenty. I ain't that much of a masochist."

"No?"

"No way. I put up with him all day long. I don't need to come home and take the same thing from you." He fell silent for a moment, then said, "Supercop, huh?" The word sounded good, a gentle boost for his ego.

"One of two," Kate replied. "You and Ken."

"Well," Starsky decided readily, "even Batman has a partner."