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