12 head shot, p.35
12 - Head Shot,
p.35
He swept around the gathering, coming at last to Sarah ... and as he did, his head began to swim, and he was back in that grey place, the one filled with faceless, hurrying people.
As she looked at him she saw his eyes glaze over. As he looked down at her, blankly, he was swept by that strange feeling ofdeja vu, an instant certainty that he had played the scene before. And then ... in slow motion, it seemed to Sarah as she watched ... Bob Skinner pitched forward, fal ing face down, stretching out ful -length on the green carpeting of the graveside, dead to his world.
Quintin Jardine, 12 - Head Shot
