Sending the video to a newsroom had been the right idea, thought Jack, as he watched the news of the Chief Magistrate’s a*******n and the voicing of his demands spread across the mediascape. They’d made a mistake sending their previous demands to the police, who’d kept their demands secret and tried to get them to show their hand before they were ready.
They were ready now, though. He’d made sure of that, despite the shitshow he’d hoped York and King would create not coming off, thanks to King’s wife betraying their plan to the police. She’d have to pay when he found out where they were keeping her, and he knew people inside the force who’d spill the beans on her whereabouts when he asked.
He looked at the screen displaying the view captured by the camera attached to the door of the room
