A Fistful of Knuckles
A Fistful of Knuckles

Sequence of author: Life on mars(№2)

A Fistful of Knuckles

Tom Graham

Detective science fiction

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Tom Graham A Fistful of Knuckles CHAPTER ONE: WORLD OF SPORT Sam Tyler stood alone on the high roof of the CID building, the uncaring wind roaring in from across the city and battering him. That’s where I’m going to die, he thought. Right down there. Inching forward, he peered over. An eight storey drop. The cold air rushing over me as I fall. Glimpses of sky, of glass, of buildings out there on the horizon, flashing by as I fall — and then the shattering impact as I slam into the concrete. Sam found himself edging his feet further over the brink, as if the abyss was drawing him into itself. Thirty-three years from now, I’ll run across this rooftop … and jump from this very spot … and die, right there … right down there. A pair of uniformed coppers strolled casually across the exact spot Sam was looking at, their voices just audible; ‘What do you say to a bird with two black eyes?’ ‘I dunno. What do you say to a bird with two...