“Starsky will be driving the quarry.” Barrows smiled as he spoke. “The exercise is simple enough gentlemen: keep a tail on him and provide a detailed report of the route that he takes. I expect to see you all back here at four pm .”
The first half hour went OK. Colby managed to keep the '69 Firebird in his sights while Hutch noted the street names diligently. Suddenly Colby swore. “Lost him!”
The rearview reflected flashing headlamps and just as Hutch looked up the Firebird flashed past them.
Starsky was laughing.
“How the fuck….” Colby swore.
Starsky parked in the Academy lot and sauntered into the canteen to get a coffee and a donut. Driving the quarry had been like taking candy from a baby. The two hot shot blonds were still trying to work out how he'd come up behind them; they had a lot to learn.
Barrows was waiting for him. “You're back?”
“Yes sir. Last I saw of them they were going the wrong way up an alley.” He followed Barrow to the class room.
“ Hutchinson ?”
Starsky licked the sugar off his thumb.
“We uh…uh….”
“Tomorrow you drive with Starsky, Hutchinson. Maybe he'll teach you something.”