" Within hours, large crowds were streaming into the car park and by the time a twelve-year-old boy—the Saracen’s best friend—drove past with his father he knew exactly what it meant. It was a Friday—the Muslim day of rest—and the traffic was terrible, so it took the kid over an hour to get home. He immediately grabbed his bicycle and rode eight miles to tell his friend what he had seen. "

― Terry Hayes , I Am Pilgrim