range of movement. The wave of nausea was turning into one of panic as his watch slipped partially free from the garrotte and the wire began tightening across his forearm.
He pivoted back from the hips. This shifted the man back slightly and Purkiss was able to get his right foot up and onto the edge of the toilet bowl. He shoved himself backwards, pistoning his leg, slamming the man back against the door. Purkiss pushed again and a third time, each time pounding the man into the door and shaking the entire cubicle. From outside a drunken voice laughed what the fuck’s going on in there in Russian – another Russian speaker, this was quite a Russian club, that might be significant flitted through Purkiss’s thoughts – and the man behind him gasped back, ‘Leave us alone,’ which was met with cheers and wolf whistles. Purkiss got his right arm up and grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair and bent his head sideways. The angle was all wrong because his arm was flexed behind him and he was trying to exert force outwards, but the stretch on the man’s neck was enough to make him hiss through clenched teeth and momentarily shift his grip on the ends of the garrotte to secure it more tightly. In that instant Purkiss let go of the hair and gripped his left fist in his right hand and pressed his left forearm against the wire, the separate pains in his arm and in the right side of his neck blinding but the manoeuvre succeeding in creating a little slack. He was able to turn his head a fraction to the right and whip it sideways and he felt his frontal bone just above and to the side of his right eye connect hard with the man’s cheekbone and with a soft cry the man loosed his hold on one end of the garrotte. Purkiss spun to face him and the movement tore the garrotte free from the man’s left hand. Purkiss closed in, striking with a half-fist at the side of the man’s neck.
The blow to his cheekbone had been hard but the man recovered quickly and brought his arm up and deflected Purkiss’s attack. The man countered with a two-fingered eye jab but the space was too confined, ridiculously so, and he didn’t have the distance available to build up any momentum. Purkiss caught his hand and wrenched it around and down. With the edge of his other hand he struck at the man’s exposed neck. The man did his best to avoid it but with his arm held twisted as it was there wasn’t much he could do, and he sagged against Purkiss.
Purkiss let go of his wrist and caught him under the arms and supported the dead weight for a second, catching his breath, blinking until the ceiling stopped rocking, struggling not to topple over the toilet bowl pressed against the backs of his legs. There was a flicker at the man’s eyelids and he’d been bluffing and Purkiss let go of him and brought his knee up just as the man brought both fists stabbing in at Purkiss’s kidneys, an incapacitating blow if done right. Purkiss’s knee into the man’s abdomen as he dropped took some of the force out. Now the man had an arm around Purkiss’s neck and with his other hand he was gouging at Purkiss’s face. Purkiss seized the wrist in his hand and held it quivering. He stared into the man’s face, so close to his, red and sweating, the eyes narrowed to slits and the breath wheezing hot against his face.
For a fraction of a second they held the position, taking stock. The man had his left arm around Purkiss’s neck and his right in a claw near Purkiss’s face. Purkiss gripped the man’s right wrist in his left fist. His right hand was free and between them.
Purkiss brought his left hand up with the heel of the palm foremost and slammed it into the underside of the man’s jaw with as much force as he could muster, which was less than it would have been a minute earlier because the pain and disorientation were taking their toll. Still the man managed to avoid the worst of the blow by turning his head and taking the brunt on the corner of his jaw. He loosened his arm further from Purkiss’s neck and jabbed his stiffened fingers at the side of Purkiss’s throat and