Private Lives

Начало книги

The dogs of Waverly are the first to sense something is wrong.

Then a group of people, confused by what they heard, congregate in the dark roads, wrapped in dressing gowns, feet shoved into gardening clogs. 

‘Retribution.’ A man nods, knowingly, his phone in his hand like a prayer book. ‘Makes sense, doesn’t it?’ 

The others stare at him and then nod at each other, their faces glowing and uncertain beneath the street lamps, sirens already screaming close by.

Someone’s taken this too far. Much too far. 

‘You see it on the news all the time, don’t you?’

Some think it was shots they heard, a gunman rampaging through cobbled streets, some loner in military gear, ammunition looped like beads around his neck. A few weeks ago they might have guessed it could be that guy who works at the newsagent’s but never talks, maybe. Or what about the drunk who is often weeping, always alone in the park? But now, of course, they know exactly what this is about.

Читать дальше →