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Jack jogged back up the road towards the house and went inside to grab his car keys.
He knew the rough route the bus took, and he also knew he could get to the destination quicker than it could — and on a parallel route which would mean Emily wouldn’t spot his car.
He unlocked the car and got in, started up the engine and pulled out onto the street.
A million thoughts were racing through his mind. There was always the possibility that her destination wasn’t the same as that of the bus — that she could conceivably get off at any stop along the way — but Jack had a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach which told him that was not the case. Intuition rarely let him down.
Almost ten minutes later, he’d arrived. He pulled over at the side of the road a little further down,
