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Jack’s eyes were once again transfixed on the television, but taking in none of it. He’d been desperate to go after Emily, but knew it would only make things worse. In any case, he knew where she was. She’d be at Ethan’s house. He could almost guarantee it.
He stood up from his chair, walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, pouring himself a glass large enough to keep him happy but small enough to ensure he could still drive if he needed to.
When he got back in the living room, he noticed his mobile phone vibrating on the arm of the sofa. It was Frank Vine.
‘Yes, Frank,’ he said, answering.
‘Bit of a problem, guv,’ Frank said. ‘We’ve been spotted.’
‘What do you mean you’ve been spotted?’
‘I mean he walked straight out of his house, bold as brass
