PROLOGUE

September 25th 2019 – 6:05 p.m.

Silence. You could hear a pin drop. They had all come together in Sandra’s living room, all of them. Every family on the street. The Johnsons, the Starks, the Itos, the Seales. Even the Joneses with their new baby. There were at least 20 people sitting and standing together in the modest space, shoulder to shoulder and drinks in hand, but no-one spoke. Even Baby Jones sensed the somberness of the moment and refused to cry. . . .

PROLOGUE

September 25th 2019 – 6:05 p.m.

Silence. You could hear a pin drop. They had all come together in Sandra’s living room, all of them. Every family on the street. The Johnsons, the Starks, the Itos, the Seales. Even the Joneses with their new baby. There were at least 20 people sitting and standing together in the modest space, shoulder to shoulder and drinks in hand, but no-one spoke. Even Baby Jones sensed the somberness of the moment and refused to cry. . . .