The accusations came from every direction, a torrent of contempt pouring down on the Wagner clan like rain in a gutter. The whole lot of them stood huddled together with their heads bowed, shoulders drawn in tight. It wasn't shame that kept their eyes on the floor, because these people had no capacity for shame. It was fear, pure and animal, the kind that told them if they so much as lifted their chins, the crowd might tear them apart with bare hands.
The onlookers were furious. Faces twisted in disgust, voices overlapping, fingers pointed like weapons. The air was thick with righteous anger, and the Wagners could feel it pressing against their skin.
Issac stepped forward into the silence he created, and the crowd parted for him without thinking, as though some instinct in them recognize
