It hadn’t been their fault, yet for some reason everyone felt it was their fault. They’d just been at the wrong place at the wrong time – and, apparently, been doing the wrong thing.

Falcon had been the one to blow crap up, yet why did everyone look at them like they were the enemy?

It didn’t make sense.

The six friends sat, huddled together, on a bench within the police precinct. Exhaustion had long set in. Hours had passed since the...