Present him with an emergency and he acted swiftly, effectively and with judgment. Give him time to think, and he dithered. The news about Joy had frightened him, and overlaying the fear was anger. The sight of the man in his car touched that anger into action. The man was a stranger, young, dressed in shapeless brown tweeds, in need of a hair-cut; it was affected poverty, there was something arty about him. The long hair was reddish. He looked sideways at Simon with a smooth, sneery grin as Simon slid into the car. He didn’t grin for long. Alarm displaced derision, and he flung up a hand and backed against the door. It was like trying to stop a charging rhino. In the confined front seats of the car, Simon smashed at his jaw and at his stomach, hooking and upper-cutting savagely. The stranger’s teeth cracked together. Blood sprang to the side of his mouth and trickled down. Fear burned in his eyes. Then Simon stopped hitting him. The car was filled with the gusty breathing of the two men.
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