Chapter 3
Maria Chapman walked with the pushchair that her youngest, Zak, was dozing in. Her older son, Joe, shuffled along a few paces behind as they made their way from Barnes Bridge Station and along a passageway that led to the main road. They scurried along to the end and turned, cutting through the streets and pausing occasionally to study a folded up map. Finally, they reached the address they were looking for.
The houses were four stories high, in semi-detached blocks of two. The adjoined house Maria and Joe both stared up at was painted with a graffiti style collage. The centrepiece was a painting of an old wry tree that stretched from the ground all the way to the top, its branches reaching across the width of both houses, spreading like a spider’s web on the brickwork. The end
