Silence on Second Street

By Andrew Knighton

Foul-mouthed detective Holden Flynn is a policeman on the rocks. His marriage has fallen apart, and now he's the only detective in occupied Greykirk, a city scarred by interplanetary war. Trusted by no-one, supported by no-one, Flynn is faced with the tangled loyalties of an occupied planet and the broken technology of a shattered city. Everyone knows who killed Annie Talbot, but can Holden Flynn work out why, and catch the man responsible before another tragedy takes place?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Knighton
• Release date: Feb 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540136237

Andrew Knighton

Andrew Knighton is a freelance writer and an author of science fiction, fantasy, and steampunk stories. He lives in Yorkshire with his cat, his computer, and a big pile of books.

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Silence on Second Street

Andrew Knighton

Published by Andrew Knighton, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SILENCE ON SECOND STREET

First edition. February 12, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Andrew Knighton.

ISBN: 978-1540136237

Written by Andrew Knighton.

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SILENCE ON SECOND STREET

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SILENCE ON SECOND STREET

Holden Flynn watched the city bounce by through the jeep’s wire-meshed windows, as he stroked the bare skin where his wedding ring had been. It was the only skinny part of his body, not a thing he was used to.

It didn’t look like the city had adjusted well to change either. Gun emplacements sat empty on street corners; windowless ruins stared down like dead-eyed strangers; streets were smeared with soot and the bear-print marks of mortar blasts. Greykirk had probably lived up to its name before the invasion. Now it might as well be Ghostkirk.

‘Nearly there, sir.’ The driver’s face was placid, for all of his breakneck speed.

Flynn wasn’t sure he liked that ‘sir’. Sure, having an equivalent military rank meant people knew where he stood in this mess. But the need for it was a reminder of where he was - an exile on another planet, ‘a man on his last chance’ as Superintendent Culver had said.

'You sure I ain’t got time to go change?’ He looked down at his crumpled suit, felt the empty place where his holster should