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Building Bridges: Fullerton Construction

Location: FILTON

Features in: KNOCK KNOCK  ; HARBOUR HOUSE ; MUSE

The biggest names in construction in the Shady City the Fullerton family firmly established themselves as the premier provider of construction and demolition services. With the monumental Fullerton bridge to their names no one can argue their reputation for knowing how to build sound structures. They are also responsible for the building of other notable buildings in Coldford such as the Faulds Park Building, the WEIR HOTEL and the BECKINGRIDGE TOWER.

A large family the Fullertons are known to have their fingers in a lot of different pies around the city. Brothers Jake and Caleb head the construction contracts, whilst their sister Jenna makes her name in the adult film industry. Until recently matriarch grandma, Lynette Fullerton sat the top of the family table but unfortunately she was one of the fallen 59 in the event known as the FREE FALL MASSACRE.

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Lynette Fullerton provides some tough negotiations for the Beckingridge Financial Firm.

They are an old money family from the wealthy town of Filton. Keen to show pride in their town they have ownership of one of the University teams. They aim of which is to build bridges between the two main institutions of higher learning in the city.

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Fullerton FC. Sponsored by the Beckingridge Firm and supported by the Knock Knock Boss Lady. A Filton girl at heart.

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Fullerton Construction have a job to do and it’s changing the face of the Shady City. Complete season 1 of the Knock Knock graphic novel series is free to read HERE. Or click below to download for Kindle.

Bring me your sick. Bring me your troubled. Bring me those that society can no longer cope with. They will always have a home here at HARBOUR HOUSE.

Rules of Rehabilitation

So now we have our residents three.

Each of them held in the best place they can be.

They’re troubles are many but help is here.

Rehabilitation rules are really quite clear.

If you allow, the doctor will cure.

Addiction, obsession and trauma quite pure.

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Check in and put yourself in safe hands.

Let Harbour House decide where your health stands.

What do a drug addicted artist, a disgraced former music teacher and a night club owning show girl have in common? They are all residents of Harbour House.

 

Character Profile: Laura Doyle

Age: 23

Occupation: unemployed.

Features in: MUSE ; HARBOUR HOUSE

A former KINGSGATE Queen, Laura is the youngest of the four Doyle sisters. Raised with strict regimes by their Sergeant Major father and military doctor mother. Laura is the rebellious daughter. Like all of her sisters, Laura has a knowledge of self defence giving her a physical confidence.

The Doyle home in Kingsgate is a house of rules.

She is spoiled, selfish and addicted to heroin, known as needles on the streets of the Shady City, Laura is the quintessential black sheep. The eldest of the Doyle sisters, KARYN, just happens to be a HIGH COURT JUDGE. Now she is cut off and outcast from her family.

Judge Doyle makes no special allowances for family.

After a disastrous relationship with artist, DAVID FINN, Laura continued to live her life as she wanted it. Penniless, drug addled and completely free of the Doyle name. Not to worry Laura there’s support out there for you.

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When David discovers his friend’s baby has been taken getting through rehab becomes critical. Coming 2020. Welcome Resident 1310 to Harbour House.

Skeletons in the Closet: Beckingridge Manor

Location: Filton

Features in: MAESTRO ; HARBOUR HOUSE

An old property in the affluent town of FILTON. It has been in the BECKINGRIDGE family for generations. More rooms than would ever be required it is a distinctive building that sits at the head of the town. Home to ERNEST and his sister ELIZABETH BECKINGRIDGE , along with Ernest’s children, his wife, Alice, having died.

Some cut offs of police tape can be found in the bushes surrounding it from the days it was closed of as a crime scene. Now that is all anyone in the town ever sees of it. It was the first thing music tutor VINCENT noticed too when he was appointed to teach the younger Beckingridge, George.

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Elizabeth seeks a tutor in the hopes music lessons will give her nephew something positive to focus on.

It is a beautiful home but never had it been a happy one. Murder, madness and resentment in the air. Despite Elizabeth’s best efforts to create a home after the business with Alice it will always be cold. Even having money to burn won’t heat it up.

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The say behind mansion walls are where the true skeletons lie.

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When Vincent accepts a wealthy new pupil his obsessions will become a problem again!

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Resident 1105. Son of a great music composer. A concert pianist himself by age 12. By all accounts a remarkable man. So what brought him to a place like Harbour House?

A Cry for Help

ELIZABETH Beckingridge had seen it before. As a former wild child herself she was familiar with the concept. It came from too much money and privilege with little sense of the real world. This was different though. Her nephew George was something different.

“He’s just spoiled,” she told her brother ERNEST. Ernest was sweet natured, kind and completely incapable of delivering the discipline. His wife, Alice, was though.

When Alice died this could no longer be denied.

She walked a long the Main Street of the beautiful town of Filton, heading towards the Beckingridge Manor with a COLDFORD CITY TRAVEL MUG in hand filled with black coffee.

“Elizabeth!” A familiar voice called her name, using the full name knowing her well enough to know she hated the shortened versions of Liz or Lizzie.

It was Mrs Peterson. The manor house’s closest neighbour. Her twin boys Ollie and Oz were playmates of George’s.

“Good morning, Mrs Peterson,” Elizabeth greeted hoping she wouldn’t be kept in conversation too long.

“I didn’t know you were back in town.”

“I never left,” replied Elizabeth. “After Alice’s funeral I decided to stay on and help Ernest out. I didn’t see you at the funeral, she added.”

Mrs Peterson pouted. “Alice was a dear friend of mine but I didn’t think that it was very appropriate given everything that happened. I heard that there was a bit of a fuss, picketers still calling her a child murderer.”

Elizabeth sighed. She wasn’t getting away without a satisfactory explanation to the nosy neighbour.

“We’re really just trying to focus on what’s ahead of us and try and get back to normality. You should send the twins over. I’m sure George would love to see them. He tells me they avoid him at school.”

Mrs Peterson’s face screwed as though she sucked on a lemon. “I’d rather the boys didn’t come over and it was me who told them to not speak to him. They don’t make great friends and there is always trouble.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Just say what you mean. You don’t want to be associated with a child killer. An accusation that was acquitted I might add and you don’t want your precious twins associating with my nephew because the last time they did there was a torn designer shirt, a broken nose and a beheaded dog to contend with.”

Mrs Peterson pouted. “Then you can see my point?”

Elizabeth sighed. “We are trying to do what we can to calm him down. These days he spends most of his time locked in the music room.”

Mrs Peterson seemed conflicted about something. “I have a music tutor I use for the boys. Oz is positively a prodigy on the cello. Perhaps some music lessons could give him something positive to focus on.”

“Short of having him committed you mean,” Elizabeth said in return but it was more of a mumble to herself.

“Mr BAINES is his name. You will find his flier on the town notice board. I must dash but do tell Ernest I send my best.”

George did enjoy tinkering with the piano. Perhaps it would give him some focus. With all the other kids shunning him it would help for him to have something to fill his day. Elizabeth wondered if this music teacher had what it took to keep George Beckingridge as a pupil.

When Elizabeth’s young nephew starts asking of the murder his mother was acquitted from she feels it’s time to find the disturbed little boy something to focus on. Music lessons might be key.

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Coming 2020.

Bring me your sick. Bring me your troubled. Bring me those that society can no longer cope with. They will always have a home here at HARBOUR HOUSE.

 

Character Profile: Elizabeth Beckingridge.

Age: 37

Occupation: Novelist

Features in: MAESTRO ; HARBOUR HOUSE

Elizabeth is a real force to be reckoned with. Some say she should have been the one to lead the BECKINGRIDGE EMPIRE but as she would quite happily state, she wants nothing to do with the running the family business. Her only interest in BECKINGRIDGE TOWER lies with her own investments, her family name and the support of her brother ERNEST.

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Ernest Beckingridge: CEO of Beckingridge Financial Empire

A former wild child Elizabeth opts for the quiet life mostly but when she does appear in public she is guaranteed give the press reason to talk about her. She is a snappy dresser, bold conversationalist and you will find yourself either loving or hating her. She doesn’t care which.

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The main entrance to Beckingridge Tower. Statue of founder Jeffrey Beckingridge AKA Gramps.

Although she is impatient and challenging she is also warm hearted. When things are getting out of hand at the Beckingridge Manor it is she who still stands in protection of the family. As her nephew, George, begins to get out of control it is she who calls upon the music teacher, VINCENT BAINES, to try and give him something to focus on.

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George learns piano from music tutor, Vincent Baines.

A large presence in the Shady City like Beck Tower needs a strong leader to steer it through dangerous waters. They call the financial industry in Coldford the Shark Tank and even although Elizabeth has sharper teeth than most it would take a tragedy to find her at the helm.

Elizabeth seeks a tutor in the hopes music lessons will give her nephew something positive to focus on.

Novelist, Elizabeth Beckingridge has her hands full helping her brother cope with the children after the loss of his wife. Calling on music tutor, Vincent Baines, to help only leads to more trouble.

Coming 2020. The Beckingridge fortune is paying for a comfortable stay in Coldford City’s best rehabilitation facility. They had no choice, teaching their son and heir is what put him there in the first place.

Knock Knock: Episode 18: Taking Care of Business

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Trial day five. I didn’t want to find myself there but, like some morbid car crash, I couldn’t help but take a closer peek at the carnage. I was at the COLDFORD CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT. Quietly and discretely Detective HICKES arranged for me to see the BOSS LADY, still held at CPD whilst her trial continued. I had passed AGNES in the hotel I was being held at but since she was also under police escort she could only offer me a pleading look. I thought about what Agnes had told me, so I started to look into some of the trouble TABITHA had been accused of when she was just a girl.

In order to get to the truth, I had no choice but to look into her cold, grey stare and ask her for her honest account of events. She had fought off a rapist as a child, she had stopped her parents selling her into a paedophile ring and she had watched her beloved aunt reduced to incarceration at HARBOUR HOUSE, but none of it gave her licence for what she did in response.

The KNOCK KNOCK club protected the innocent but it also brought carnage. When Hickes gave me entry to her holding, she was still wearing the confident expression she had when I first met her. The events that had occurred through the trial, the prospect of a death sentence that the LAW MAKERS were still fighting for, hadn’t completely removed her bravado.

“Well, well,” she said. “Look who finally decided to show up?”

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I took the seat across the table from her. Anger and frustration was boiling over from everything that had happened to me since we first met. “I’m surprised you actually wanted to speak to me. The last time I asked you for an interview you told me nothing. I believe your words were, ‘your newspaper is a rag,’ ”

Tabitha laughed looking to the ceiling, as though remembering her comment made her chuckle all over again. “Well, circumstances have changed. I adapt to suit.”

“My friend is dead because of you,” I chastised her. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”

Tabitha frowned. “You mean the reporter girl? Mandy?”

“Her name was Madeline!” I snapped.

Tabitha was unmoved. “Whatever,” she replied. “Did I stab her though?”

“No but you gave her the opportunity. You caused it.”

“Did I stab her though?” She asked again. “As far as I saw it, you got a creepy killer look in your eyes and you went at her.”

I stood then. I had heard enough. “Officer!” I banged on the door and called to Hickes, “I’m leaving.”

Tabitha’s bravado dropped then. She reached out to grab my arm and hissed, “Sit down. Don’t get excited. You should be thanking me. The recording of her attacking you first is the only thing keeping your ass out of the room next to mine.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t that have been cosy?”

“Tabitha…” I warned like a father to a wayward child.

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“Fine, maybe she wouldn’t be dead if she hadn’t put her nose in. She could have at least discussed it with you though. Not so much as a, ‘isn’t this weird Sammy? Why are we here in our undies Sammy? What does that gorgeous woman in red want with us Sammy?’ Nope, she was cold. I didn’t do that to her. This city did. I may have put the knife in her hand but she was a girl who knew what it takes to survive. At least she thought she did. It turns out you survived anyway so calm the fuck down. I have to be honest; I had hinged bets on you being long dead by now. REGGIE was rooting for you though. Bravo on proving me wrong. So you live to fight another day.”

I stopped her before she started rambling. “They are going to send you away for a very long time. As well they should.”

“I hear they are looking to have me executed. They wouldn’t have been able to if it weren’t for you sneaking about my club, aided by that rat-faced bitch from BOURNTON so the way I see it we are even, right?” TABITHA returned. “And I hope you are going to explain to the triplets’ dear mother that her precious boy is going down now too because of you.”

I folded my arms and shook my head in exasperation. “You expect me to have sympathy for MARCUS PENN?”

Tabitha shrugged. “I suppose not. He can be a bit of a prick.”

I needed to push forward. “Say what you have to say to me. I can’t stay here. I’m already risking a lot.”

Her expression changed then. There was something softer, something child like behind it. “Since you insist,” she began. “Yes, I murdered my parents but you cannot tell me that people willing to sell their daughter to a bunch of fucking pervos deserve to live.”

“They should have been reported to the authorities,” suggested I.

“Oh come on. You heard it from Aggie,” replied the Boss Lady with a laugh. “My Aunt Tee was sent away from Judge Cyclops’ court. They wouldn’t listen. So she took it into her own hands to let the city know how much of a creep Jerry Owen was. It turned out I wasn’t the only one he had tried it on with. There were hundreds of victims between Coldford and the Great States. This all must have happened when you were clearly living in a cave somewhere.”

This was news to me. I was only vaguely familiar with the OWEN family arriving in the city from the small suburb of JAMESTOWN where I grew up. The Owen propaganda machine had went into full force when the Knock Knock Club, led by the BARONESS, started making trouble for Owen Inc. on behalf of Tabitha and the other girls, so very little of the story reached public ears.

“So then what happened?” I pushed as though a reporter back on the story once again.

“Conveniently and surprising no one, my Aunt Tee’s petition to take me away from it all was refused. They should have just let me fucking go but those filthy Owen pricks play dirty. They had so many politicians, cops and lawyers in their pockets it didn’t matter what happened; they came out smelling like roses. Every one knew those roses were fertilised by bullshit but they were too afraid or too handsomely paid to do anything about it. They offered Aunt Tee money. She refused. She still wouldn’t stop calling them out so they burnt the whole fucking club down.

The Knock Knock Club was used to shelter the victims. Then it became a shelter for other victims of abuse, victims of corruption. Yes, the club isn’t exactly the Weir Hotel. Tits and booze and good times, but when you attract the filth of the city it gives you the chance to keep a closer eye on them.

Aunt Tee had a reputation in the Shanties. They loved her. They still do. She and Agnes did a great job but it was never going to last. Those dirty cunts attacked the club. They shot some of the dancer girls, some of the MACKS and even dear old Jack. He was just a compere for the club. What had he done? Just because he was on Knock Knock’s bill. He was an entertainer. He had nothing to do with anything. There was nothing I could have done. I hid out at Dennis’ for a while. Then when he started his shit it reminded me of why I was needed, why the Knock Knock was needed.”

I waited until she had finished. I listened quietly and noted her changes of tone, her true anger and outrage surfacing at the mention of the Owen name. Her true affections surfacing when she mentioned her aunts and even the old club emcee and the dancer girls.

“I’ll tell your true side of the story. I’ll make sure the public knows what you have told me today. It will be up to them to them to decide what to do with it.”

She shook her head and groaned. “Oh my God, with your holier than thou bullshit. Haven’t you been listening? Do you even know who owns the newspaper you work for?”

“You’re not suggesting …”

Tapping her skull she said, “Yes, fucking Owen Inc. Even without a gagging order down your throat they will never let you print anything that sheds light on how evil they are. Didn’t you think it strange that the mayor of the city went missing and the only outlet his wife would let report on it was the COLDFORD DAILY? It certainly wasn’t because of the high journalistic standard; I’ve read some of your shitty stories. Perhaps Madeline should have won the stab off. I’m sure she wasn’t as much of a naïve retard as you are.”

She must have realised she wasn’t going the right way about encouraging me onto her side. She changed her tone slightly. “The Owens wanted to keep the story running through their newspaper so they can control every little detail and get a closer look at what little old me was up to. Why do you think you were even in Knock Knock in the first place? You were an Owen stooge.”

“So what do you propose I do with what you’re telling me?” I asked her.

“I don’t expect you to take what I’m telling you in good faith. Whilst their focus is on me it gives you the chance to do a little digging. Speak to OLIVIA PLATT, Dennis’ ex-wife. She means well and had many Owen victims come through her office as a social worker.” That soft look came over her again, almost human behind the mask. “If you do find her and Milo is with her be discreet. He’s just a kid. He doesn’t have to know how much of a prick his dad is.”

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It was a quiet night in the oldest part of town. Elmslie Court in KINGSGATE was taking a breath of cool night air. Micky Doyle had called around to his cousin at three that afternoon. The day had fallen into night. He and Karyn still discussed the spate of attacks that had occurred around the city, including an explosion at the Weir Hotel in City Main as well as the attempts on Karyn’s life. Before they knew it dinner was served.

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“That’s why we need to take the hot seat and clean this city up,” Micky concluded. The reference he made was to the mayoral office in Coldford, at an intimidating building called City Face due to the large clock it bore.

Karyn was in complete agreement but given the danger she was in and Micky’s mentor – Derek Gainor – losing out on the election to Jim Feltz they had to be careful.

Feltz had declared himself a friend of the south and a saviour of the Shanties. ‘Regeneration; Rejuvenation; Rehabilitation’ was his campaign promise. At the time the Coldford Express had called him a hope for the south. The chronicle went with ‘a breath of fresh air.’ The Coldford Daily was in support of his competitor. I remember writing a profile piece on Derek at the time. But like many, Jim Feltz felt the heat of the hot seat burn too fiercely. With Tabitha warning him to make good on his promises and Owen Inc. looking to push their own agendas with the might of the north behind them he panicked. He used city money to appease his northern overlords and tried to run before Tabitha and her Headliners found out. When AMBER FELTZ, the mayor’s youngest daughter, came calling at the Knock Knock Club she confirmed her father’s intentions.

“When election time comes around again I’ll be ready,” Micky said over the soft tapping of silver ware on fine china plates.

“If you are going to run for office there is just one thing you should be wary of,” Karyn warned.

The darkness had crept on them so subtly through their discussions that when Cameron switched on the lamp in the corner the light was wild and harsh. It took some time for eyes to adjust and the light to settle into smooth warmth.

“The business with Reverend Owen,” she went on to explain. “It will be brought up if you make a move for City Hall.”

Micky cocked his head as he watched Cameron move vegetables around the plate. “It’s already a problem,” he said. “If I can get on the hot seat I can shut them up for good.”

“Tread carefully,” warned his cousin.

“Do you believe what they say about him?”

“Not without any verifiable evidence, no. What I’m saying is that it will cause a political minefield and so you will tread carefully.”

Cameron looked up and his eye caught something moving outside.

“Mum?” he said. “I think there is someone at the window.”

He looked to Micky who frowned in confusion. Micky looked back over his shoulder to the window behind him. Karyn was already on her feet. She strode to the window and glanced out onto the lawns. Through the glare of lights Karyn could see a man lying out on the perfectly kept grass.

Karyn and Micky went outside. Cameron followed close at their heel.

A blonde man in a priest’s collar stirred. He was mumbling something to himself but the words were nonsense.

“What’s wrong with him mum?” Cameron asked.

Micky looked to his cousin. She was observing the figure in great detail. She was remembering every tortured wrinkle on his face, every detail of his dress, and the smell of his breath and the position of his body for future reference. Her lips tightened.

“Do you know him mum?” asked Cameron.

“Help him up,” she ordered. “It’s Jerry Owen.”

Cameron grabbed the priest by his left arm and Micky took the right. As they eased him gently onto his feet he gargled. Drool leaked from the left corner of his mouth. Blood ran down his face.

“Wait,” Karyn’s voice snapped into the night. “Stop.”

She reached up and brushed his hair back to reveal a hole had been drilled into his skull by someone who intended on rendering him dumb but didn’t necessarily have the medical know how. His genitals had been removed.

Karyn growled. Cameron looked to Micky again. In the pocket of the priests shirt was a note written in a childish scrawl.

A cure for a pervo.

I took care of it myself.

XOXO

“Get him inside,” ordered the Judge. “I’ll call for a doctor.”

So many had come forward with accusations against Jerry Owen thanks to the efforts of the Baroness of the Knock Knock Club – Tabitha’s Aunt Tawny – but there was no evidence, no medical reports and no police findings.

When Jerry’s elder brother, Charles ‘Chick’ Owen, found out he requested that he be given the chance to take care of the situation.

“Little kids? Shit. If I had the sick fuck I would castrate him myself but he’s one of my own, and you don’t go against one of your own on the word of some fucked up little bitch and her boozy clown aunt,” said the eldest Owen, better known as the Cappy, to Micky.

To The Judge he said, “My son, Buddy, has taken over the Kappa So Chapter House. He’s a little erratic at times but he may be just what you need. I’m sendin’ him ova. He’ll make himself useful to you.”

There was no evidence and no confirmation but Judge Doyle knew who was responsible for Jerry Owen’s crude lobotomy. She also knew who had ordered the attacks on her, the recent surge of slander stories in the press about the Owen’s that they had to close down quickly, and the Freefall Massacre. It all resonated from the newly reopened Knock Knock Club and soon the Boss Lady of said club would be made to pay for all of it.

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Coming Next:

Judge Doyle promised to break the Knock Knock Boss Lady and she will start by removing those closest to her.

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KNOCK, KNOCK: Episode 1: Welcome to the Club

Knock, Knock: Episode 2: Don’t Come Knockin’

Knock, Knock: Episode 3: Sleep Tight Sam

Knock, Knock: Episode 4: Take A Bow

Knock, Knock: Episode 5: A Room With A View

Knock, Knock: Episode 6: Picking Up Strange Women

Knock, Knock: Episode 7: No Kids Allowed

Knock, Knock: Episode 8: Kids These Days

Knock, Knock: Episode 9: Shootin’ The Breeze

Knock, Knock: Episode 10: Calling Last Orders

Knock Knock: Episode 11: Shady City Blues

Knock Knock: Episode 12: Going Down

Knock Knock: Episode 13: Got the Fever

Knock Knock: Episode 14: Laying Down the Law

Knock Knock: Episode 15: Still I Stand

Knock Knock: Episode 16: Start Spilling

Knock Knock: Episode 17: High Fliers

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Resident 1105: Welcome to Harbour House

Those little mind worms can wriggle deep.

But you have an public persona that you need to keep.

They wriggle, the squirm and they embed

You can’t get those thoughts out of your head.

There’s one place obsession can meet its cure

In Harbour House, that I can assure.

Coming 2020.

Bring me your sick. Bring me your troubled. Bring me those that society can no longer cope with. They will always have a home here at HARBOUR HOUSE.

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Case Closed

Verdict is in. Sentence has been given. The Knock Knock club is closed pending further investigation.

That’s not all she wrote folks. That is only just the beginnings. The Knock Knock club attracted the filth of the city and finding them in one place makes it easier to put them behind bars.

Volume 2 promised the Hammer of justice would fall hard and it did. What to expect from a Volume 3? Keep your eyes peeled and secure your socks.

We have an exciting announcement coming tomorrow 6pm (UKST) so we look forward to hearing your thoughts.

Drop your comments and reactions from Season 1 and let’s keep the magic alive. 😏

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Check your Troubles at the Door

We may have come to the end of S1 but wait … there’s more 😏

We are bringing you not just one hot new volume but 2 🙌

Yes that’s right folks. We are confirmed for season 2 (vol 3 and 4)

To celebrate here’s what the Knock Knock club has to say about being the hottest spot in town …

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