BEGINNING TO DISINTEGRATEpart i
Lorna watched the whole thing unfold from the bedroom window of her small rented house. Her gut reaction had been to go down and help, but she’d straightaway known there wasn’t any point. One person she might have been able to save, but hundreds? Thousands? Instead she bolted the door and shut the curtains and focused on keeping herself safe. Living here had given her plenty of practice. The area itself was okay, the people definitely weren’t. The estate had been built on the edge of the city in the early eighties, just that little bit too far out of town. It had become a ghetto, cut off and forgotten. Trouble was never far from her front door, but what had happened this week surpassed anything she’d seen before.
The street outside her house was quiet for
