Chapter 16The neighbours of the unfortunate Davy Hughes were assembled in an area normally reserved for children's parties. There was an excited chatter. Suddenly their mundane lives had stepped up a notch.
“Jesus, what a circus,” Jack observed. “They look like a freak show or a day trip from the funny farm.”
“How do you want to handle this?” Angela asked, not looking forward to the task ahead.
Jack sighed, blowing air out through his puffed cheeks. “You take the wee man with bad teeth, Mr ground floor flat. I'll take the man with skelly eyes and the scabby looking brats. He seems to have acquired a wife, the woman with horse teeth and frizzy, bleached hair. We'll tackle Mrs Perry and the teenage twins from Hell, together.”
On seeing them enter, the uniformed constable in charge of the
