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Jack had been sitting outside Debbie’s house for almost two hours. He was thankful for his warm coat and scarf, as he’d have drained the car’s battery by now if he’d had the heater on.
He couldn’t sit around too much longer. For all he knew, she might be about to bed in for the night. He didn’t even know what he was looking for or expecting to find, but he knew he had to do something. The way she’d reacted to the news of Theo’s death had been quite telling, in retrospect. So had the way she’d tried to warn Jack off linking McCann with the robberies. It was all so out of character, and he felt like an i***t for not spotting it earlier.
He felt convinced the motive must have been money. Her mum was still refusing to die and eating up cash in care home fees. He’d overheard her mentionin
