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Jack sat in near-silence, listening to the throbbing of blood in his eardrums. What the f**k was McCann playing at? He could only assume — had to assume — this was his way of currying favour with Helen and winning her trust, all while having a little dig at Jack. McCann wanted him to rise to it, but Jack knew he couldn’t.
There was no reason for the video. Simply finding out a few days later that Helen was gone and wouldn’t be coming back would be more than good enough for him. He didn’t need ‘progress updates’ or evidence. He knew — thought — that if nothing else, McCann was good for his word. So why had he sent him this, if not to tease him and wind him up?
He felt annoyed, too, that it’d worked. He shouldn’t give a s**t if Helen was kissing someone else. They were ancient history.
