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Jack had been half-expecting to receive the phone call, but it had still come as something of a surprise. After everything that had happened, he took mild comfort that he could at least predict some aspects of his old friend’s behaviour.
He walked in through the front doors of the prison and handed his personal belongings over at reception, before being met and taken through to see Frank. It felt strangely familiar, although he knew — hoped — this visit would end differently from the last.
Frank was sitting at the table waiting when Jack arrived, and he held eye contact with the man as he sat down and said his hellos.
‘How’s your arse?’
‘Mostly healed now,’ Frank replied.
‘Never mind. They told me you wanted to see me.’
Frank sighed. ‘Yeah. I’ve been thinking over what you said t
