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... March 1996, Sunset District, Detroit.
In front of a slightly old but Victorian-style terraced house with a small garden, the atmosphere was tense.
A woman in her early thirties, with a pale face, tightly gripped an old double-barreled shotgun, the stock pressed against her shoulder, her finger on the trigger guard, trembling slightly.
Strapped to her back was a crying baby, and standing by her leg was her eldest son, Billy, about seven or eight years old. The little boy ...
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