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Jack had been looking forward to an early night tonight. The dawn raid on the suspected brothel meant he’d have to be up and at work for three-thirty in the morning. But when Chrissie had texted him to ask if he could pop over to her place to talk about stuff, he knew he should oblige. He’d tried to smooth things over with Emily, but she had just brushed it off, the same as she always did. She had a habit of keeping away when she didn’t want to talk about stuff, and had been coming home later and later. He couldn’t say much: he knew exactly where she got that from.
He’d tried to explain that he had no idea Chrissie was Emily’s headteacher, and that Chrissie had no idea Jack was Emily’s father, but it hadn’t done any good. He supposed it was mainly embarrassment on Emily’s part that ha
