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" I was already crouched, so it made sense to throw the uppercut. It’s never been my strongest punch – I’m more a stick-and-move guy, despite being close to a heavyweight, so I favor my hook. But I had a substantial tactical advantage, and I came up hard, nailing him with my right hand pretty much flush on the button, that helpful cluster of nerves at the end of the chin. His knees buckled, his eyes rolled backwards, and he crumpled like a pup tent in heavy wind, the pool cue clattering to the ground and rolling away. It hadn’t taken more than about fifteen seconds for the whole fight, including the time it had taken me to tap the cue swinger on the shoulder. But everyone in the dingy pool hall had stopped to stare, and the only sound was the blaring tune. Light streamed into the room from the wall of windows overlooking the strip "
― Ian Loome , Quinn Checks In (Liam Quinn Mysteries #1)