You Talk, We Die

`They should do something,' I groaned. Then a frightening prospect - they might be me! What the hell could I do?

In July 2016, inner-city resident Judy Ryan found a young man - one of `her regulars' - slumped and quiet at her gate. He had overdosed from heroin. Fortunately, that man lived. But Judy had reached breaking point. After four years in a `war zone', where children might encounter a body on the streets, enough was enough.

Knowing little about what she was getting into, but fired with...