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Entry tags:
In the Dying Light by Kassidy, Gen(R) Graphic Violence
Fandom:STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing:none
Length:13047 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kassidy62
Author Website:http://archiveofourown.org/users/kassidy/pseuds/kassidy/works?page=1 http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read: Well, I was quite shocked to find out that this story hadn't been rec'd yet. I never thought to rec it because I just figured it would've been done a long time ago. Starsky goes to New York for a family reunion, and Hutch disappears. This is a major hurt Hutch story. I love the bad guy in this story. Let's hope that Starsky finds him in time!
What’s going on is that the drug dealers out of the Jaguares gang have teamed up with a dude named Angelo Alejandros. The trade in the neighborhood is organizing and seriously on the climb. As you’ve seen.”
“So who’s backing Alejandros?” asked Hutch.
“Don’t know. Nobody knows or they’re not talking. They’re scared. You know the bar and grill down the street from me? Pardo owns it. I heard he got taken right out of his fine establishment in the middle of the day. Got a hurtin’ for certain, bad enough to stay out of work a couple of days. Alejandros busted his chops for telling the Jaguares to discuss deals out on the street and not in his joint. These days the Jaguares do whatever they want at Pardo’s—he doesn’t lift a finger against them. And as a matter of fact, if Alejandros finds out I talked to you, this fine mind of mine is going the scrambled eggs route, time he’s finished with me.”
What’s going on is that the drug dealers out of the Jaguares gang have teamed up with a dude named Angelo Alejandros. The trade in the neighborhood is organizing and seriously on the climb. As you’ve seen.”
“So who’s backing Alejandros?” asked Hutch.
“Don’t know. Nobody knows or they’re not talking. They’re scared. You know the bar and grill down the street from me? Pardo owns it. I heard he got taken right out of his fine establishment in the middle of the day. Got a hurtin’ for certain, bad enough to stay out of work a couple of days. Alejandros busted his chops for telling the Jaguares to discuss deals out on the street and not in his joint. These days the Jaguares do whatever they want at Pardo’s—he doesn’t lift a finger against them. And as a matter of fact, if Alejandros finds out I talked to you, this fine mind of mine is going the scrambled eggs route, time he’s finished with me.”
In the Dying Light
Pairing:none
Length:13047 words
Author on LJ:
kassidy62Author Website:http://archiveofourown.org/users/kassidy/pseuds/kassidy/works?page=1 http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read: Well, I was quite shocked to find out that this story hadn't been rec'd yet. I never thought to rec it because I just figured it would've been done a long time ago. Starsky goes to New York for a family reunion, and Hutch disappears. This is a major hurt Hutch story. I love the bad guy in this story. Let's hope that Starsky finds him in time!
What’s going on is that the drug dealers out of the Jaguares gang have teamed up with a dude named Angelo Alejandros. The trade in the neighborhood is organizing and seriously on the climb. As you’ve seen.”
“So who’s backing Alejandros?” asked Hutch.
“Don’t know. Nobody knows or they’re not talking. They’re scared. You know the bar and grill down the street from me? Pardo owns it. I heard he got taken right out of his fine establishment in the middle of the day. Got a hurtin’ for certain, bad enough to stay out of work a couple of days. Alejandros busted his chops for telling the Jaguares to discuss deals out on the street and not in his joint. These days the Jaguares do whatever they want at Pardo’s—he doesn’t lift a finger against them. And as a matter of fact, if Alejandros finds out I talked to you, this fine mind of mine is going the scrambled eggs route, time he’s finished with me.”
What’s going on is that the drug dealers out of the Jaguares gang have teamed up with a dude named Angelo Alejandros. The trade in the neighborhood is organizing and seriously on the climb. As you’ve seen.”
“So who’s backing Alejandros?” asked Hutch.
“Don’t know. Nobody knows or they’re not talking. They’re scared. You know the bar and grill down the street from me? Pardo owns it. I heard he got taken right out of his fine establishment in the middle of the day. Got a hurtin’ for certain, bad enough to stay out of work a couple of days. Alejandros busted his chops for telling the Jaguares to discuss deals out on the street and not in his joint. These days the Jaguares do whatever they want at Pardo’s—he doesn’t lift a finger against them. And as a matter of fact, if Alejandros finds out I talked to you, this fine mind of mine is going the scrambled eggs route, time he’s finished with me.”
In the Dying Light