Alperton

«Hai una chiave che apre una cassetta di sicurezza. Dentro c'è un plico di documenti. Devi leggerli e prendere una decisione. Riporli nella cassetta e buttare la chiave dove nessuno possa trovarla. Oppure rivolgerti alla polizia». Tutti conoscono il caso degli Angeli di Alperton, ma nessuno conosce la verità. È per questo che Amanda, giornalista di cronaca nera, vuole scriverne in un libro. Per riuscirci, dovrà risolvere il mistero prima di chiunque altro e aggiudicarsi lo scoop dell'anno.

If you threw a house party in London in the late twentieth century, before the smart phone rendered it redundant, you could guarantee that the following morning there would be a dog-eared copy of the A to Z behind the sofa, or under the coffee table, probably in a Tesco bag. Everybody had at least one. It was an essential aid in understanding London. It joined the dots and threw up obscure names printed over hitherto unexplored grids of streets: Alperton, Shooters Hill, Honor Oak, Tooting Graveney, Childs Hill, Ladywell. It invited you to create your own personal map of London, discover your own secret routes, your own special places. You could peruse the A to Z with the knowledge of who lived where – Sandy Denny in Wimbledon, before she moved to Muswell Hill which was already legendary as the home of the Kinks. Arterial roads as grisly as Archway Road (Rod Stewart) or Holloway Road (Joe Meek) or could be made magic through their pop connections.