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Nigel hadn’t anticipated such a large turn-out. There were over fifty residents of Sultan Road and the surrounding streets sat in two aisles on plastic chairs in front of him.
Standing on the raised stage with a microphone and podium in front of him, he nodded at Eddie, who closed the community centre’s doors. “I’d just like to—” Feedback from the microphone rang out through the room, making Nigel step back. “My apologies, I’m not used to these things.” He fiddled with it.
“Forget the mic,” one female resident stood up and shouted. “All we came here for is to find out what you plan on doing about that feral f*****g family. They’re a menace. We’ve got a constant stream of teenagers walking past our house, coming back from or going to pick up drugs. One little bastard spat in my face t
