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Almost as soon as McCann had given his answer, Jack regretted ever going to him. It had been a frantic decision made on the spur of the moment in a desperate attempt to save his family.
McCann, though, had seemed to take it seriously. There’d always been a mutual respect between the two of them, despite the deep, visceral need to get one over on each other. If Jack was honest with himself, as much as he wanted to nail McCann and watch him rot in prison, he knew that would signal the beginning of his own personal rot. The thought of finally catching McCann and sending him down had kept him going for so many years, a part of him was afraid of what’d happen when he won. What would be the point, then?
These were only afterthoughts for Jack — attempts at justifying what had already been d
