this is a true story. at least im telling it how it was told to me by someone who claims the story is true. i think its true. some parts might seem a little farfetched but you can judge well enough for yourself i guess.
before i joined the force my partner jones worked with a guy named cookie. weird name not sure if that was his real name or a nickname or what. something cook could be the original version. i dont know. anyway according to jones cookie was a …

“Originally achieving some sort of semblance of fame as the singer-guitarist of ’80s alternative band Pop Will Eat Itself, Clint Mansell is today the man I will happily and enthusiastically call the best film score composer working today. Born in Coventry in 1963, Mansell’s work as an indie musician revealed a spirit keen to explore new ground, encompassing pop, hip-hop, electronica and rock over their 10 year existence from from ’86 to ’96…”

“I am not a tall person, but I seem shorter than I am because I tend to slouch. A chav once told me I was the prettiest girl he had seen that day, but he was probably just being nice. I worry about things and daydream excessively.”

“the children saw the shooting star fall into the playground. and though it was past their bedtime they all ran out to find it and find it they did amidst the swings and slides and heaps of shredded pipes and metal that were no longer safe for them to play around. they gather around the lip of the crater and peer down at what has fallen into their little kingdom. they whisper and nudge and point and laugh and cry and one of them steps forward and begins slowly to move toward it…”

“the crowd begins to dissipate. the police are speaking to the last few eyewitnesses of which there were plenty. people like to talk. especially to those who look interested and take notes. murder is not an uncommon crime in the city but it does not take place on a crowded highstreet often and the lucky bystanders are more than willing to speculate on the hows and whys.
a young man with a press id attempts conduct his own investigation but his sources interrupt and contradict one another without cease more interested in ensuring the correct spelling of their names than giving an accurate report…”

something hit me across my shoulders and my gun skittered away across the cobbles. ive never been in the old towns before. jones yells at me and i chase my firearm down the street in the opposite direction that the guy ran off so i dont know how this happened but next thing i know my face is copying the revolver and sliding across the frozen winter stones while that fucker staggers back from a wall his nose running red from where he smashed it on the old bricks. i …