For the Good of the Town

Harbrook keeps its money above the river and its poor below it. On the worst night in living memory, a drainage gate is opened fifty minutes too late, and Megan Barker's grandmother drowns in her own kitchen on Chapel Row. Seventeen, working nights at a care home, Megan asks the one question the council won't answer: who opened the gate, and when. The man who knows the truth is sitting eight feet away, saying nothing.